Well the computer survived the reformat swimmingly. I now have a nice, fast and virginal computer again! YAY!

Not been doing much the last few weeks. I really should get a job between now that the time the grain job starts up, but I'm just too apethetic at the moment. It's really rather sad. I may well resume barrowing loads of topsoil around the garden to the accompanyment of Ska blaring out the stereo in the greenhouse.

We now have a polytunnel. It's construction was quite hilarious due to the amount of bickering and obvious lack of logic being employed by those building it. (I exempt myself from that, but then I would probably exempt myself from a lot of things in life, the pompous git that I am). Anyway, the polytunnel is not exactly a joy to behold, and rather a shame considering all the kinds of exotic and beautiful plants that could be grown inside it but won't be. Instead, it will be used for vegetables. What's the point?

Anyway, the above point (or lack thereof) it moot, as i'll be long gone before anything has really gorwn there. I'm more concerned with my own carnivorous plands which I'll be forced to leave behind in the greenhouse when i leave. I do not trust anyone here to take care of them properly. Which means that my years-long investment in cultiviating and reproducing them will have gone completely to waste. That will certainly annoy me hugely when that happens. ah well...

I am perhaps vindicated in my decision not to attend the school prom which took place last Friday. Everyone I speak to about it says it was a bit pants. I'm sure this was not so much to do with my absense as it was with the venue's strict control of the alcohol flow. About time someplace in this area did. Most of the pubs don't care two hoots who they sell their wares to, as long as they pay. I also here that a cerain Mr. Sherrington still managed to get plastered and by the end of the nigh was bogeling Black Sabbath songs over the band's microphone. THAT'S something I'm glas I wasn't there to see...

Interesting fact you never knew about me:
To stop myself from going utterly insane, I listen to the song "weightless again" at least once every day.

Bye then.