At present, things are good. In fact, every day since thursday has been good. Cool! Oh my god – I’m having a good time!

Thursday was pretty fun. Not only was there a massive unison strike on thursday which really messed things up at G********s, but there was a pissup that started at 4:30 (pm). Dear John from the Maths department (as it used to be called before the twats took over) was leaving. John is one of the very few people that make G********s a good place to work…and he’s been forced out.
Also leaving were Bill and Cho-ho..two interesting, talented people….

A night of joy and happiness (apart from the extreme violence, tequila, broken glass and blood). Despite the outrageous amount of alcohol consumed, most of us made it for Friday night….again…a good night. It is ten years since I started at the college, and ten years since I met one of my best friends, Ben. Ben came to London and helped make Friday fun – depsite us all ending up in the Tavern – a shite place to be for many, many reasons.

On saturday half a million people (or 100,000 people if you believe the coppers) (or 250,000 if you believe the news)… took to the streets of London to protest about the imminent war against Iraq. Not that we like Saddam, we just hate the fact that George Thicky W Thicky Bush Thickcunt thinks we should be dictating the way the world should be run by flexing his cock muscles. In fact I too believe that we should do away with fascistic vote-rigging bastards who try to rule the world with hardcore religious doctrines and who have no care for the innocent… Saddam is pretty shitty too but why punish his opressed people by bombing them ? Espcially since it was the U.S. that put him in power in the first place ? Also considering that the U.S. told the Iraqi revolutionaries that they would support an uprising…and then fucked-off after the ally-royals were restored to power in Kuwait leaving Saddam to kill and toture them.

It was the first time for ages I’d seen Alex, despite the fact he lives about 20 minutes walk away….I just don’t see him often enough – A peculiar thing about living in London…

Ben, Alex and I met up with Ray, Pete and Susie from G********s) and we marched (walked /stood still/ waited/ danced) together. After the massive march, in which the Police had seriously underestimated the numbers involved, resulting in a total collapse in police control leading to a really quiet and peaceful demo, we went to the pub.

Nice day. Nice, nice day…

Now, Sunday night, it’s TV time. Red Wine, a lovely evening with my parents in which we ate roast pork, drank wine and looked at lots of Auntie Betty’s pictures dating from the early 50’s.

BTW – according to the “News Shopper” in 1966 there was just as much, if not more, violent crime in the borough then as there is now. The only difference is that nowadays razors are seldom used…and that really is the only difference.

Now come on…Brian bloody Aldrige is really pushing his luck…they are dragging the life out of this story line…