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Raven brought a very strange record back from Oz. Expect it to make an appearance at a Calling near you. He's not too chuffed, but the mood is OK at the moment because Tom is round and we're watching bad yank sitcoms.

I am off to Dublin tomorrow. Not with the friends who are going, though -I'm going to meet my Dad there.

Ahhh. Really? All Night? Well I never.

Anyway, it's been a quiet week. Sunday I dropped in on some people in the KSR and then went to see some other people and ended up in the Prot. Yesterday I got dragged out (kicking and screaming) to a pub where I was forced to drink the evil Addlestone's fluid until I felt quite happy. One of those May Balls was on, so the world was full of young women in expensive-looking low-cut dresses. Life is so hard sometimes. I ended up having an interminable discussion about Robert Heinlein and snipers. And time machines. I was so drunk that I didn't even combine the three into a plan to send a sniper back in a time machine to shoot Heinlein. I should have.

He didn't, did he? All night?

Anyway, much discussion of low-level ionising radiation over the weekend, I guess, and then back to work on Monday.

Toodle-pip.

Oh, and while I'm here . . .

We've had another enquiry about taking The Calling on the road. To a different town, where I'm informed that nothing ever happens. By some measures, that makes it heaven, but I've never heard anyone who lives there call it that. We had a query along these lines a year or so ago, and we didn't.

Does this mean that a viable second career as a mobile disco DJ awaits me? I tremble with anticipation.

Music: MTV2. Something by fischerspooner. I'm starting to really hate fischerspooner.