My cousin Freddy is currently enjoying a two week break in Jamaica. He’s staying at the same hotel where I stayed in May. My friend who works at the hotel mentioned that he’d had a chat with my cousin and his girlfriend.

Later on I had the following conversation with my mum: (more…)

Yesterday evening was hilarious.

After work I met Linda at Charing Cross station and walked to St Martins Lane to find somewhere to eat. As we passed the theatre a swanky silver car pulled up. “I wonder if it’s him,” said Linda. We watched as a figure emerged from the car and met the crowd (of about 20 girls).

Mr Bloom was wearing a dreary grey top, and had decided to cover his head with the hood. He chatted to a few girls then walked away. Then suddenly he returned for more adoration. There was an instance when he turned towards us. Linda’s knees buckled, I felt a flash of recognition and a woman next to us also felt a bit woozy… I tried to take a pic, but he moved too quickly and I got the back of a girl’s head instead. (more…)

The world is reading. If one could harness the brain power directed at Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows perhaps we could use it to generate electricity in developing countries or something equally worthy. I wonder what the next book craze will be after the dust has settled.

Apparently a girl in the Philippines has committed suicide after reading a fake version of the book downloaded from the internet. It sounds like an urban legend to me, but if it were true it would be such a crazy tragedy.

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I know I’ve had worse days than today, but I can’t remember any right now.

At work I felt slightly menaced by a client who was in aggressive battle mode; I felt a bit vulnerable when I was left alone with him, but he calmed down eventually.

After that I couldn’t focus on my work, and felt overwhelmed by everything I had to do. It didn’t help that my colleague, Kay, jars me with her patronising matronly demeanour. I used to manage a team of staff in the dark days of the academic hell-hole; she can’t manage her way out of a fridge yet she seems to think that I’m a moron.

London’s flooded. Even some parts of Croydon have been affected. It took me 2 and a half hours to get home from work (it usually takes an hour) because the railway lines were flooded. I was stuck at Clapham Junction for more than a hour. Station staff directed loads of us onto the wrong train, and the driver informed us that the train was actually going somewhere else… Eventually I got a train to Streatham then took a bus. I was exhausted by the time I got home. My feet are still aching from all the standing, but at least they are dry.

Yesterday I almost got knocked down by a car while I was on the way home from the supermarket. I was walking up the road when I heard a car driving behind me. I sped up and saw the car stop right behind me. A woman was behind the wheel, and a man was in the passenger seat beside her. She was crying and screaming at him as she turned off the car engine.

I think she was upset about him hitting her or hurting her in some way, but I couldn’t be sure. It’s not often that I see someone in that state. I was just thankful that she hadn’t hit me.