Still no internet access at home. Ah well, at least I actually have a home now!

Not much interesting to report really. I've been sort of bumming about, while applying for odd jobs and trying to sort out my room. All my shit is still piled up in poor Christian & Sian's garage. It's our housewarming party this Saturday though so I suppose I should actually get off my arse and make sure the place is prestentable by the end of the week.

Hilariously, the housing benefit isn't sorted out yet. Supposedly it will be by the end of the week. So I had to tell my landlord "sorry I can't pay you, but I will in a few days, assuming the people who told me that aren't lying like they did last time I asked them". Tazz sigh.

Alex "Anal" Bennett came up for the weekend (well, a sort of weird pre-weekend actually), which was a bit odd but nice. We had fun at the Warehouse on the Friday, lots of spaz dancing involved. Me and Glenn did a sort of student exchange program thing where I danced to Muse songs and he danced to the Yeah Yeah Yeahs. We got up to various antics on the way home, which culminated in poor old Paul being randomly punched in the head by a townie who then ran off when it became apparent to him that me and Alex were going to stomp on his neck. Still, Paul seemed okay. Like he said, "I've been punched a lot harder than that by friends".

Managed to go out to the Crypt a lot more recently, and even dragged some Prestonians there as well. It's cool, I was starting to miss the place. It's not the greatest nightclub in the world, but I like the people and a good chunk of the music. That's all I can ask for really, especially in the magical world of Lancaster and Preston where most DJs are lying cunts.