We went to a local pub, The Belle Vue, last night, which was really nice; it's up beyond the station and has a pretty impressive view accross town; unfortunately we only had time for one drink but it was very nice. After everyone helped us move in on Saturday V, Andrew and I went to The Yeoman, a favourite pub of ours, and had some food. The Yeoman - amongst other treats - has a blackboard and chalk suspended above the urinals in the men's lavatory. I know, a bit silly - but after a drink or two it sounds like the best idea in the world. The other night I wrote 'As of 3.20pm on the 5/10/02, this pub is my new local'. The Belle Vue might have made that a premature claim.

Little else to add - watched the final part of the C4 dramatisation of 'White Teeth' last night. It made a book notable for it's tremendous ending seem almost entirely incomprehensible. A missed opportunity, and I can't imagine how anyone who hadn't read the book would have been able to keep up with events, much less appreciate Archie's cry of 'Go on my son!' at the close. Ah.

By the way, Michael Moore's wonderful book 'Stupid White Men' deserves to be read by you as soon as possible. Make sure you buy it.

It feels frighteningly late in the week considering it's only Tuesday, but the main reason for that is that I've barely stopped in about ten days; still, no complaints - with the week of hell pretty much behind me I can conclude... 1. Am now 25 - passed off without any major hitches*, 2. Have moved flat at last, with much help from Andrew, Pete and Ali (thank you, thank you, thank you). We now live in a beautiful, spacious flat which we can ill afford and which, in Victoria's words, we ill deserve. Nevertheless it is lovely, a pale yellow and cream delight - like a tasteful Thorntons chocolate. 3. Gah - have argued terribly with Vic these last few days, and been a complete loon - am very mood-swingy at the moment. Must try to calm down and relax. Still, shouldn't be hard - our new abode couldn't be more comfortable.

*"without any major hitches", hey? - hmm, that all depends on your definition. What do you call being stuck on a train journey home for 5 hours after work...?
ah well.

okay, so some pretty drastic repair work to my reputation is going to be needed if I'm to persuade anyone that I'm even the slightest bit interested in maintaining this diary - much has changed though. If I'm to write it it'll have to be for different reasons, because my original reason (an excess of time and a fondness for idle writing) no longer apply. Has this been the busiest week of the last year or so? Not far off. Can I explain why, well...

1. work. much busier, much better
2. birthday. mine, today. I'm 25
3. house. as in I'm moving, this saturday morning, from Kemptown to central Brighton. Which means imposing order on a flat and a glut of pocessions which are nothing if they are not splendidly, suddenly infuriatingly chaotic. There is much to be done.
4. um - there feels like there shld be more. sometimes it just feels busy, and that's enough.

Best news is that Andrew has moved to Brighton. Of which more later (I hope)...