July 7th, 2005

Erik - blank

Well.

London.  What they said.  I'd just be regurgitating everything.

I was alone in the office today.  Alone and very late.  Shafiq came upstairs about an hour or so after the news was announced on Inline and tuned the radio to Five Live, which was covering the news pretty much constantly.  He went into a conference a few minutes later and I was left, alone again, with the radio for company.  It was an eerie sort of calm, punctuated only by periodic refreshes of Inline and the typing of minutes.

Tony's speech was possibly the most unmotivating thing I've ever heard.  I didn't so much hear Ken Livingstone's as read it on Inline, and I'm far more inclined to listen to him...

Meh.  I didn't get much sleep last night, so this'll be a brief one.  Took Ghostwatch to inflict on Paul and then watched Withnail and I (still far too amused by the random screechy policeman.)  MGM tomorrow, and I'm still debating whether or not to go home first or go straight into town and get changed in McDonalds' toilets again.  Hm.  I could do with getting some hours in, really.

Anyway.  Yes.  I shall sleep, I think.