Month: February 2001

Newsflash from Pyra
“It’s probably become obvious to the careful observer that all is not well in the Land of Pyra. Rather than wait for the public speculation and debate, I’m going to say what exactly is going on (from my perspective — not speaking for anyone else on the team or as an official Pyra/Blogger representative). We found out last Friday that the one most people on the team were hoping for was not going to happen. This took the wind out of the already limp sails people were surviving on, and it was largely decided we couldn’t keep this up.”

And the best weblog maintained by an Old World Poof goes to: me… I can get some work out of this, right? Congratulations to Zannah as well as all the other people who participated. In the words of an Oscar winner, “they like you, they really like you!”. But remember, as the Golden Globes are but a prelude to the Oscars, the real battle is still to come. Remember at all costs: plasticbag.org for most banal content!

I got home from work last night at about seven with press copies of Buffy and Angel to watch, some tomato soup, ten lucky-dip lottery tickets and the prospect of two episodes of Sex in the City. Enjoyment of same depended, however, on the presence of my flatmate Mella to keep me company. At nine she still, resolutely hadn’t turned up, so Meg and I popped down the boozer for a girly vodka and tonic, game of pool (she beat me) and many many fags (note to Americans – wash out your mind). After which, and having returned to the flat, I watched the most depressing ten minutes of Sex in the City ever, contemplated drowning myself in milk as a way to pass the time, played the Pixies and Veruca Salt really loudly, finally watched TV with flatmate between midnight and two am, and find myself (this morning) un-rested and over-bloody-come with hate towards the builders hitting things outside my window.