"I'm going to make this pencil dissappear."

I learnt how to use MapInfo with Diane at work today. And I couldn’t stop thinking about Batman, or more specifically, the Joker.

"Why so serious?"

The Dark Knight is fucking cool.



Afterwards, Liz made a gorgeous prawn and avocado salad, and we vegged out in front of Batman Begins. Bliss!

Friday on Wednesday

I’m going to be on The Nation’s Favourite Madonna Songs. They recorded it today. Afterwards I met Liz in Odder, and we pub-crawled our way via The Temple, Sam’s Chop House, Odd, and Common up to The Northern. I was trying to show Liz off to Pippa and to Kate, but neither of them were working, so the plan was foiled. We drank white wine, lager, red wine, more lager, double scotch with a pint chaser, and then another double scotch with another pint chaser. We were blammed!

I love mid-week Wednesdays.

Emma has moved into a lovely new flat in the city centre, opposite Guardi’s. I went round for Chilli con Carne, very tasty. The flat is beautiful, even if it’s a funny shape. It made me want to live in the middle of a city one day. Not yet, but one day.

"...why did you stay away for so long, so long..."

What the hell is Urban Nerds?

I've been suckered in by some smart-ass marketing, I think. Bah!

Sunday Shopping

We went out to find the ingredients for Fish Finger Blingers first thing in the morning. We came back with white chocolate Fish and Chips, The Sunday Sport, and very nearly a nice new dress from an exclusive West Didsbury boutique.

I think we might have still been pissed.

Moth

This reminds me of school, and of folding painted paper in two to make the matching wings of a butterfly. I'm glad I could show it to Liz before it flew off to hide on a door frame. And, of course, to you, my loyal army of readers.

Trevor Dulcimer

I’d always got on pretty well with Liz’s housemates Lucinda and Laura, and with their fellas, Pervy and Phil respectively, but we’d never all been out for a pint. Until tonight, that was. I was quite nervous – lots of Liz’s uni friends were coming out too, including some who were or are close friends with her ex-boyfriend. There was massive potential for me to slip up and show myself to be a much bigger wanker than anybody had thought I already was. But it turned out a lot better than I thought it would. What a riot!

Liz drove us to Chorlton. We sat outside the Trevor, and chatted as we drank. Poor Pervy, Liz and I were drinking pints, whilst Lu and Sonicka were on shorts and mixers. Poor us, in that the natural time it takes to drink a pint and the natural time it takes to drink a vodka and tonic aren’t the same, and that the pint drinker is always behind, and is subsequently always rushed. I moved onto double whiskies. Pervy vanished.

The evening blurred after seeing Chau, and although I remember Dulcimer, and dancing with Lucinda, and sitting outside on the bench with Liz, I can’t entirely grasp the details.

On the way home I stopped the taxi, and spent £8 on flowers from a garage for Liz. Romantic or what!

Ed, Miriam, Ed