The best thing was attempting to wake Terri this morning at about 9.30am. I hadn't realised the clocks had gone back anyway, so my accidental evilness had an extra sting to it.

After about thirty minutes of very loud Ray Of Light, Terri lurched bolt upright in bed and shouted "Fuck!" really loudly before passing out and falling asleep for a couple more hours.

We did very litle during the day. In the evening, we went out for a few drinks with Hilde at some bar called Queens. The killer dog was there but I don't hate it now as Marina bought me lots of pretty cocktails (re-living the "I want a blue/green/pink one" birthday experience) to apologise. She's feeling terribly guilty, bless her. She shouldn't.

It has been observed that my French improves dramatically when I'm drunk. This leads me to believe that if the entire population of France stopped drinking, France Telecom would go bankrupt.