Yesterday afternoon I had to stay in the flat to let in BT. They came, realised that there was very little in the way of wiring in the flat, spent a while putting wires in. They left, not with a phone and internet working, but with a socket on the wall. Just a socket. I could tell you if it works if I had a handset, but I don't. Apparently the rest comes in the mail. I don't know if a handset is included. Bah, no evening internet. Yet.

Meanwhile, the central heating blokes came and installed a working timeclock. Central heating FTW!

In the evening, met up with work colleagues to eat Nepalese and drink beer and wine. I am still full. They are fans of a book called Roger's Profanisaurus and try to drop phrases like "top deck" and "Dutch blindfold" into innocent conversations.

In other news, have mail from myspace:

You have not logged into MySpace since January 1, 2007. That makes us sad!

You're also holding a very valuable piece of MySpace real estate, which is the
username/URL you chose. That makes MySpace users sad! Why? Because you've got
a URL someone may want, and you're not really using it!

Since it doesn't look like you're an active user on this account, we will be
resetting your username/URL so that someone else can use it.

Well, I was only on myspace for about 30 seconds before I realized how rubbish it was (Geocities all over again), so they can cry me a river and go jump into it.


Tonight is packing night, deciding what to take back to London.