Year: 2001

Thank you to Paul over at Cuckoo-kid.com for buying me a copy of Snatch on DVD from my wishlist. Little random acts of kindness like this are really helpful at the moment. It’s really very much appreciated.

My flatmates are going away tomorrow for four or five days to the Isle of Wight for a bit of R&R. I am hopelessly jealous of their ability to opt out for a week and disappear, but at the moment the thing that is fascinating me most is how the week will go with me being alone in the flat. That means I’ll be starting my contract work with no one to complain to when I get home in the evening. I’m thinking about having a dinner party for my gay friends while they are away, but don’t really know how I could afford to do so. I must check my financial resources immediately.

Be warned, Meg is thinking. Everyone in the know understands that that means trouble is afoot. I, on the other hand, am not thinking. Not thinking at all. My head is a big empty wasteland. There are occasional tumbleweeds. Perhaps I should put up a screen saying “Tom is not thinking”?

Again via Prolific.org, Matt Haughey of Metafilter has decided to endow a $500 scholarship to one member who is in University or college at the moment. The contribution is based upon the quality of previous posting plus an essay question. This is an astonishingly positive thing for him to do, and he should be applauded for it.

Poor old Prol is busy fighting with her tax returns this Easter Monday, which fills me with horror, as I am equally inept at such enterprises but find myself gradually dipping more and more toes into the ‘self-employed’ tax bracket, when all I really want is a nice Deputy Editor position at Empire Online. In the meantime, her flat may be covered in paper, but it looks like it’s a beautiful place…

Oh, here is London. “Home of the brash, outrageous and free.” You are repressed. But you’re remarkably dressed. Is it Real? And you’re always busy. [lyrics]

In the absence of so you dumped someone over a year ago because you thought it was the right thing to do but regretted it immediately and have so not been able to get over it no matter how hard you try which is a bit sad really.com, I suppose soyouvebeendumped.com might have to do.

Inquiring minds need to know everything about the person who typed “Dammit I’m in love with Meg what do I do” into Yahoo!

I’m not returning to London tonight. Sod it. Take that, London. One in the eye for you, and no mistake. Ha. I’m going to spend the evening waiting for the Messiah instead. I mean, Jesus. You wait all weekend for your Lord to rise, and instead you’re left stuck in front of My Best Friend’s Wedding trying not to think about your life. I’ll go back tomorrow. Fuck it.

Wherever you are provides a rather more helpful piece of advice regarding “how to get over a crush” (see my earlier post) – advice that I intend to undertake immediately:

“And, of course, it’s missing the obvious way to get over a crush. Number six in this list should be: ‘Trust in the power of magical forces. Construct a voodoo doll of (a) either the person on whom you have the crush, or (b) their current partner. Then sell your soul to Beelzebub and hope for the best.’ Now that is much more practical advice.”