Diary of an up and coming sociopath

It’s that magical time of year again, that I can’t resist revelling in, where we all get the hour back that our lousy government stole from us a few months ago. I intend to make use of it. Actually I’m starting to think if every day had an extra hour in I’d be far more satisfied with the length of the day, because right now they all feel somewhat truncated, where today feels just about right. Metric days, they should be called.

I feel like I should remind everyone that the episode of Never Mind the Buzzcocks on Monday is the one we went to see filmed. I’ll be downloading myself a copy, but it’s worth watching as well. I know I wasn’t directly involved with it and I have no vested interest in the show per se, it’s just cool to be able to go “LOOK! LOOK! I WAS AT THAT!!!” and that’s easier to do if you watch it. So do it, fothermuckers.

I’ve spent a good chunk of time this week helping Al fix his PC. It was a gruelling ordeal but between the five of us we’ve managed to assemble it in some kind of working order. This kind of experience is a good advert for why you shouldn’t build your own PC, though personally I did mine and it was perfectly okay, so maybe it’s an advert for why you shouldn’t build a PC unless you’ve done it before. Always two there must be, a master and apprentice. (This is technically a star wars reference about the Sith, but it always strikes me as astonishingly similar to how the Cornish language survives to this day. Lucas may know something about the Cornwallians that we don’t.)

Tomorrow the plan is to head back out to the Excel centre in East London and hit the newly triple-sized Expo. Last time we got free light sabers and I won a volume of manga. Will this time be any better? The person who comes away with the most Garnier Manga Head hair gel sample sachets wins!