3rd June - You wern't there, man!

Had to go into the office to pick up the server Andy had kindly built for me last night. There was a free car parking place. I slotted in that spot like a consonant on Carol Vordermans board. Unfortunately for me, this incurred the wrath of Michael Q. He strode up to me with his bristling chest rocks, ranting about his misfortune. He's never been the same since that rohypnol incident. I gave him a hug and his blood lust was sated. I made a mental note to remove one of his legs.

Ade picked me up and headed off to Exeter (again). He munged on about not having a charger for his mobile. We stopped at various service stations to see if they sold any. At one of them, I cracked a joke about being an Etonian. The bearded petrol dispensing assitant guy countered with some garbage about going to UCLA and that he gained his smarts from serving in Vietnam for two tours. Ade then said the most offensive thing ever:

"That'll learn ya!"

Mortified, we left the station and sped down the A303. We shan't be stopping there again. He seemed nice enough for an (alleged) baby killer.

Sini called. I'm convinced that he's in a world of his own. He asked me what time our flight was for Amsterdam! The dialogue progresses hence:

Sini: What time is flying?
Me: Dude! We ain't flying tomorrow? That's next week.
Sini: Oh! But is reading email?!?
Me: hmmmmm
Sini: Oh mate. My mind is in all making circles, yes?
Me: Yes.... Good night, Sini.
Sini: Viva La Revolution!

It's about time he was deported...

We checked into our haunted hotel. Ade moaned that he got a room on the haunted floor. The lady serving us was not sympathetic. Ade cried. I smashed the place up a bit which made Ade feel better. I got a nice room with a chocolate on my pillow. Spoke to Koulla who said she wanted a gift from Exeter. Rice is currently the wanted commodity in the world. I made a note to buy a kilo for her. I spoil that girl.