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Er. Saw Ev and Cami for a drink last night with Darren, Meg, Matt and Davo. My colleagues were very difficult to organise in such last minute conditions – particularly as they had clearly decided to wind me up over AIM for about forty minutes. I finally met everyone at the Devonshire Arms, where we all ended up accidentally confusing our visitors by talking about British politics, children’s television series, Buffy and internal Uk Weblogging Gossip. Ev in particular looked like he was trying to find the best moment to slip some lithium into our drinks. Poor chap. We try to be entertaining – we really do. After a swift trip to Wagamama, we retreated back to the pub. En route I explained British Draconian drinking legislation and was met with astonishment and horror. It actually hadn’t occurred to me how strange our arrangment is. A couple of pints later and it was time to go home. Regrets? Not pumping Ev for all the low-down gossip and news from the US scene more effectively. Grrrr.

Tasteless site of the day comes courtesy of popbitch, nose candy, space invaders and Daniella Westbrook. I present for your amusement: “Gak Attack“. Top Tips: Daniella’s faces will only throw noses at your breasts when you are directly underneath them. So the trick is fast dashes from the left or right of the screen, firing your lines of cocaine as you go. Enjoy.

Ev! If you’re out there, check your damn e-mail or phone messages! We need an answer from you fairly pronto!

After ten years without them, I now want a bloody date – and I don’t care if I am ‘still good or interesting, though old’.

One of the horrors of building web sites is that you have to look at them all the time, angsting about whether you could have done them better, feeling gradually more frustrated with them day by day, never being happy with them, never thinking they’re good enough.

I have a new mantra to repeat as I’m walking through Central London. It makes me feel cool. ‘I am Jude Law. I am Jude Law. I am Jude Law. I am Jude Law. I am Jude Law. I am Jude Law. I am Jude Law. I am Jude Law.’

An evening in links and comments: Photographs. T-shirt dating? 36 + 76 / 2?. I’m not bloody impish. “Last night’s PoofBlogMeet began disastrously and then proceeded downhill from there” (link). Abercrombie Kids. “In the escalator engine / machinery room at Knightsbridge underground station?” (Him on Him) And that’s my last word on the subject.

A sudden moment of collapse at 2.30am: “Yes. I am blind. No. I can’t see. There must be something horribly wrong with me. Love’s young dream. Aren’t you sorry for what you’ve done? Well, you’re not the only one.”

In America it’s all over. Done and dusted. But in the UK, even on satellite and cable, Buffy still has one episode to go – the 100th, and the season finale. In “Buffy’s leap of faith” (Salon) Joyce Millman described a lot of the events of the episode and looked forward to what might happen next. I didn’t want to read it, but I did. I read it fast though, so it didn’t really sink in and I’m sure I’ll still be surprised. Tell me that’s how it works. Lie to me.

Which of these 300 albums do you think most represent the spirit of Barbelith? Think carefully – this is not about your favourite albums…