megamoomoo

Sat, 15 Jul 2006 09:59:41 GMT

I have been spending a lot of time visiting Grammer in the hospital. She is not coming out now. She is going to stay there until we can find some sort of hospice for her to go into, which we can hardly afford as it is. One day William came with me and we looked at her all hooked up to machines to do her breathing and with a catheter bag leaking piss and all bruised and battered where she has had tubes sticking in her. I asked if he would come to see me in hospital if I looked like that. He said, in a very small voice, something that sounded suspiciously like "No". I don't blame him.

I have also been spending some time helping Molly take care of the baby. She has had another spectacular row with Sam and kicked him out of the house (but they do that all the time, give it another week and he will have moved back in.) Young Deacon cries all night and needs his nappy changing every five minutes, it is a pain in the arse - and a baby is the EASY part, what will happen when he's a toddler? Or a teenager? I don't envy Molly one bit. However, my visit to her has quelled my suspicions that the baby might not be Sam's. He is definitely Sam's. He looks exactly like Sam, just as gormless and half witted and ugly. His first words will probably be "where's me faaaaaaaaaaaaaackin' dinner Molly, I'm off dahn the pub innit" like his dad. Sam will be moving to Lancashire next month, as he starts uni there in September. I asked Molly if she's going to go with him. She replied in the negative, but I know her and I know she'll go.

Sun, 18 Jun 2006 20:30:03 GMT

One of Rachel's friends killed himself yesterday. We had a phone call in the afternoon and she spent two hours in her room sobbing and listening to emo music, then a further three hours tying up the phone lines with calls and emails to her friends. I'd never met this kid, but apparently he was Rachel's age and cut his wrists in bed, just like in the film Scum. Rachel also has at least two other acquaintances who have attempted suicide and several more who have therapists and counsellors or are on anti - depressants. And someone at her school collapsed a while ago because she was addicted to prescription drugs and took an overdose. Is it me, or is it very, very wrong for a 13 - year - old to have to grow up thinking this is normal? There was one girl in my school who had attempted suicide, but at least she was older. She cut her wrists as well and went through a tendon and when she went to collect an award in assembly her hands were all shaky and it was really sad. Rachel threw a tantrum because Mum said her friend must have been maized or he wouldn't have done it. She cheered right up today though, because her dad took her to a Foo Fighters concert they'd booked to go and see. I love the Foo Fighters. She phoned me and they had Monkey Wrench blaring in the background, which is one of my all - time favourite songs.

To cheer myself up, I went round to William's for Sunday lunch and we played You Be The Judge against Wanker Miles and Fat Laura. You Be The Judge is a board game (in America it's called "Judge For Yourself") where one team reads out the specifics of a court case and the other team decides which way the court voted. After a while his parents joined in so we had three teams. They won, but anyone could beat Miles and Laura because they are thick as pigs in shit.

Went down to the hospital to see Grammer. She was asleep, so I left. She had the room to herself for several weeks, which was nice, but then they moved in a 10 - year - old girl who's been in a car crash. She sleeps most of the time and her mum sits by her bed and swears at anyone who dares raise their voice above a whisper. They're from Bristol, the bastards. I hope they leave soon. Going to the pub now for a drink with Molly and the baby (does she care about exposing her newborn to an environment full of toxic cigarette smoke? Does she hell.) It's been a long day.

Mon, 12 Jun 2006 09:13:24 GMT

Woke up this morning to find my face has swelled up like a giant fucking balloon, and I don't know why. My eyes have puffed up so much I can hardly see to type this. I haven't been crying or got hit in the face, and I took some ibuprofen before bed, which is supposed to reduce swelling. I wouldn't think it's an eye infection because this is both eyes, and the rest of my face as well. Might be an allergic reaction? I'll go to the walk - in just in case.

Wed, 07 Jun 2006 09:54:15 GMT

So, how is everyone? Exams are over, so I've moved out of halls. I'm back in good ol' Zummerzet and staying with my mum for the time being. Molly's baby was born in the wee hours of the 17th May (following previous entry), she has named it "Deacon" like she said she was going to. God help that poor child when he goes to school.

Haven't been doing very much really except generally hanging about and being myself. Went to see the remake of The Omen yesterday with William, Wanker Miles and Fat Laura. It's nowhere near as good as the original. Fat Laura kept shrieking like a girl and covering her eyes (well, I know she is a girl, but it's offputting) and Miles whinged on about me slurping my drink until I said I'd pour it over his head if he didn't shut up.

Grammer's still in hospital and I think that's it really. Signing off to go do nothing at all.

Tue, 16 May 2006 22:33:06 GMT

News, news! Molly has just phoned me to say she's gone into labour. I said I was happy for her (well, what ELSE was I supposed to say?) and asked when she would be going to hospital. I haven't had a baby, so I don't know how long it takes. Aren't the contractions supposed to be two minutes apart? She said she had to go into hospital RIGHT NOW. I told her if she really was giving birth then and there, ie. the head was appearing or whatever, she should call 999 but otherwise Sam should take her to hospital. She said he'd gone out drinking and she couldn't reach his mobile, so I suggested calling a taxi but she apparently can't afford one. I expressed disbelief that she could have failed to put aside cash for a taxi fare in the seven months she's had to get ready for the birth, and still she insisted NO she could not have a taxi. Her parents both live in Newcastle, so they were no use, and she told me all her friends were either miles away, unreachable and/or had no transport. In desperation I told her I'd call back in five minutes and then, praying his parents would be out, I phoned William's house (his mobile was switched off) to ask him to send a cab for her, pay the driver and I would send him the money in the post. Instead, bloody Miles answered the phone and shouted at me because their parents have told me not to call until after William's GCSEs. So THEN I phoned Molly back and she said it was OK because she'd just called an ambulance. I ask you, what a total waste of resources. That ambulance could be going to a really serious accident or an old person who's fallen down the stairs, but no, it's gone to Molly who does not need it and has hours to go before she actually gives birth, just because she is too cheap to pay for a taxi. She is my best friend, and I love her, but she drives me bananas sometimes.

But, let's look on the bright side! The baby is coming! Not long now until she is Mummy and I am Auntie Megan! I have an exam in the morning but I'll phone before I leave to see how she is.

Sat, 13 May 2006 19:17:35 GMT

I evidently don't have a bat's chance in hell of passing next week's exams, so it looks like I'm going to have to give up three weeks more of my summer to do expensive resits that we can't afford. Oh, joy.

Following tonight's Doctor Who, I've decided to write a great big crossover wih Star Wars. And it is not going to be stupid like some crossovers are. It's going to kick arse. It's perfectly plausible and it will not rape canon; the Doctor travels through space time, so it's not such a stretch to picture him arriving a long time ago in a galaxy far far away. And we all want to see the Jedi fighting the Cybermen and the Doctor involved in a battle to the death with the Emperor. The Daleks will be involved as well and the Doctor will be Four, accompanied by Sarah Jane and K9. I've got the beginnings of a plot outline already, now to start work.

EDIT: Look! The Doctor has MySpace! AND he added me to his friends list! This makes me a very happy bunny!

Thu, 11 May 2006 19:25:14 GMT

It's been busy here. The examiners' strike has NOT earned me a reprieve, so I'm still preparing to sit bloody papers next week. Then I will be free to do kool RP stuff, although I'm trying to FINALLY send in my applications for CP!Greyback and CQ!Fleur tonight.

To take my mind off, Taken from tentainokonton:

Write down 12 people from any fandom (and if you didn't know who I'd choose you don't know me very well, do you!) before going into the cut. Using the twelve, answer the questions in your own LJ post.

1. First Doctor
2. Second Doctor
3. Third Doctor
4. Fourth Doctor
5. Fifth Doctor
6. Sixth Doctor
7. Seventh Doctor
8. Eighth Doctor
9. Ninth Doctor
10. Tenth Doctor
11. Adric
12. The Master

Have you ever read a Six/Eleven fic? Do you want to?
I have, actually, yes.

Do you think Four is hot? How hot?
No. As much as I love Tom Baker, he suggests "granddad" to me, not "sex god". Sorry, Tom.

What would happen if Twelve got Eight pregnant?
I would switch my computer off and headdesk myself into a coma. I really hate reading Doctor Who mpreg.

Can you rec any fics about Nine?
Not sure what "rec" is, but I think there's enough Nine fiction out there already, thank you.

Would Two and Six make a good couple?
No. The Doctor cannot meet his previous incarnations except in very unusual circumstances.

Five/Nine or Five/Ten? Why?
Neither, see above.

What would happen if Seven walked in on Two and Twelve having sex?
I think he'd be mightily weirded out at the sight of his previous incarnation having it off with his worst enemy. He'd probably just hop into the TARDIS and go somewhere more pleasant.

Is there any such thing as One/Eight fluff?
Probably, but I haven't read it yet.

Suggest a title for a Twelve/Seven hurt-comfort fic.
"I Am Your Master", ha ha ha.

What kind of plot device would you use if you wanted Four to deflower One?
I think it's already a bit late for that, on both sides of the equation. Fan debate continues as to whether or not Susan is adopted, but still.

Does anyone on your friends list read Seven slash?
I doubt it. There are only five people on my F - list and to my knowledge none of them are fellow Doctor Who fans.

Does anyone on your friends list read Three het?
Probably not, see above.

Does anyone on your friends list write or draw Eleven?
See above.

Would anyone on your friends list write Two/Four/Five?
See above. Although I wouldn't mind watching them try.

What might Ten scream at a moment of great passion?
"ROSE TYLER, YOU SEXY BITCH!" Maybe.

If you wrote a One/Six/Twelve fic, what would the warnings be?
"Severe canon rape and brain trauma ahead. Click at your own peril."

What would be a good pick-up line for Two to use on Ten?
"Did you drop down through space - time just for me?"

When was the last time you read a fic about Five?
About 20 minutes ago.

What is Six's super-sekrit kink?
He's TARDIS - sexual, what do you think?

Would Eleven shag Nine? Drunk or sober?
No. Adric is dead.

If Three and Seven get together, who tops?
Seven. His dark side is more pronounced than in many of the other Doctors, and Third Doctor is too easygoing to care either way.

"One and Nine are in a happy relationship until Nine suddenly runs off with Four. One, broken-hearted, has a hot one-night stand with Eleven and a brief unhappy affair with Twelve, then follows the wise advice of Five and finds true love with Three." What title would you give this fic? Name three people on your friends list who might read it. Name one person who should write it.
I would call it "The Doctor's Bedside Manner". Or "Heroin Galore", because I'd have to be on some SERIOUSLY weird shit to want to write a crackfic like that. I'd write it, and I hope everyone on my F-list would read it. There are only five of you and I read your fiction too.

How would you feel if Seven/Eight was were canon?
Sad. See above re. the Doctor meeting his previous incarnations. It's not gonna happen again.

Sat, 06 May 2006 21:57:02 GMT

Comment and I will send you a letter. Then you come up with ten words starting with that letter that is significant to you.

losile gave me D. So, without further ado:

Doctor Who. My all time favourite TV show.

The Doctor. Main character from said TV show.

David Tennant. Scottish actor who plays Tenth Doctor on said TV show.

Daleks. One of the Doctor's main enemies from said TV show. For the uninitiated, they look like giant robotic salt and pepper shakers and they are infamous for charging about waving a sink plunger in the air and going "EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!" and "I OBEY!" They are handicapped by their inability to climb stairs, but in the last series they learned to fly instead.

Davros. Creator of the Daleks.

Danish pastries. Because they're delicious.

Deleterius. (deleterius) LJ community to which I am a regular visitor, devoted to mocking fanfic Sues and Stus in the Harry Potter and LOTR fandoms.

Dominican Republic. I went on holiday here when I was three. It was probably the only real foreign holiday I've ever been on. Wish I could remember it.

Dena. (denajane) Roleplaying chum who gave losile this meme which was then passed on to me.

Daffodils. A flower of which I'm particularly fond.

Mon, 01 May 2006 14:16:47 GMT

It's Bank Holiday here. Usually I hate Bank Holidays, but it also means I'm not at school, so I am happy. Hooray!

And as I'm not at school, I got the chance to phone Molly for a nice long chat. Her baby is due at the end of this month. She says the first thing she's going to do after the birth is go out and buy several pairs of new shoes because "she hasn't seen her feet for so long." I think that's an exaggeration, and the fact remains that she and Sam don't earn much and what they do earn is going to have to be spent on nappies and baby bottles and things - Molly refuses to breastfeed because the notion of something feeding off her is her idea of a fate worse than death. I told her that means she will have to use an expressing machine or whatever it's called and she said "Yeah, I know." I don't think she does know, but it's her problem, not mine. I'm beginning to worry about Rachel now. She is apparently seeing a 17 - year - old boy who works in Claire's Accessories, I mean what kind of teenage boy wants to work in a shop like that unless he's trying to pick up really young girls? She says he's a gawth type and probably enjoys being around the makeup and body jewellery, but I'm not convinced. I'm not going to say anything to Mum just yet, but I might have to make a trip home one weekend and get a look at Rachel's boyfriend.

Is it just me, or are those AA ads really creepy? The sight of hundreds of torch - bearing numptys swarming through the mist singing You've Got A Friend would make me want to run for my life, even if I HAD just broken down on a deserted mountain road.

Sun, 30 Apr 2006 17:37:48 GMT

Why have I just seen a roleplay that contained a 30 - page porn log between Snape and Rita Skeeter? OK, the game is AU, but there's a difference between the AU and the just plain weird.

In addition, why was this game's Vicky Frobisher in Slytherin, why do Fred and George Weasley run a sex shop called "Weasleys' Wank Mart", and why does their Susan use Kerry Katona as a PB? The mind, it boggles.

Sat, 29 Apr 2006 19:31:56 GMT

I wasn't impressed with tonight's Doctor Who. In my opinion the Doctor was far too wimpy, and I hated the comparison of Billie Piper and Sarah Jane "The Mrs and the ex, everyone's worst nightmare!" Jon Pertwee would never have appeared in something like this, and Billie Piper should never have appeared on the show ever. Not only is she even worse as an "actress" than she was as a pop singer, but even the scriptwriters admit she is a Mary Sue just written in as a bit of "eye candy" and to raise the show's profile (even though she was previously better known as Chris Evans's ex - wife rather than for anything she herself had done.) And it makes me raving mad. What will I have to show for myself when I'm her age? Absolutely fuck all, is the answer. I do have William though, and he loves me and I love him. He risked parental wrath to phone me after the programme (which is our special time for calling each other in the evenings, or when Doctor Who isn't on, we phone just before Who Wants To Be A Millionaire)and he said I could be his Doctor forever. Which considering that he is an ordinary 16 - year - old boy who usually takes more interest in football than his girlfriend, was a very sweet thing to say. My only quibble was that if I am the Doctor, who does that make him, and he said "The Master". I pointed out the Doctor and the Master are worst enemies, but then he correctly noted that Doctor Who and the Curse of Fatal Death (the Comic Relief parody) finishes with the Doctor making his final regeneration into a woman (as played by Joanna Lumley), and riding off into the sunset with the Master. See why William and I are perfect for each other? (Not just because we watch the same TV shows, obviously.) By the time he reaches 20, assuming the world doesn't end in 2012 and all that, the age difference will be minimal, and we'll have jobs and things so we will be equals. I do wonder what will happen when he goes to university (as I assume he will; he's much cleverer than me and I got in even though I have a police record and only one A - level) but I have been there for a year and we're still together. As Shakespeare said: The path to true love never did run smooth. Sigh.

On a brighter note, I got one of my teachers to agree to write a reference for me, so all is well there. I am working on roleplaying things now and revising over the weekend. I must at least pass these exams or I'll be coming home from France early to take my resits and we mustn't upset Grammer now. She does sound a lot better now she's started taking all these loony medicines but you never know in cases like this. The slightest foot wrong could set her off again.

La vie est belle! Not sarcasm. Life's good.

Thu, 27 Apr 2006 09:26:45 GMT

Forwarded to me in an email. Enjoy!

A Jelly Baby walks into a pub and starts talking to a Smartie. After
a few beers the Smartie says "Ere, a bunch of us are heading to that
new club, fancy tagging along?" The Jelly Baby says "No mate, I'm a
softie, I always end up getting my head kicked in." So Smartie says,
"Don't worry about it, I'm a bit of a hard case I'll look after you."
Jelly Baby thinks about it for a minute and says "Fair enough, as long
as you'll look after me", and off they go. After a few more beers in
the club, three Lockets walk in. As soon as he sees them, Smartie hides

under the table. The Lockets take one look at Jelly Baby and start
kicking him, breaking bottles over his little jelly head, lamping him
with little sugary chairs, and generally having a laugh. After a while
they get bored and walk out. Jelly Baby pulls his battered Jelly Baby
body over to the table and wipes up his Jelly Baby blood and turns to
Smartie and says "I thought you were going to look after me." "I was!"
says Smartie

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"But those Lockets are f***ing menthol!"

(Not sure whether Lockets are sold outside the UK. They're an anti - congestant cough sweet that helps unblock your nose when you have a cold.)

Tue, 25 Apr 2006 21:34:27 GMT

Message to all Doctor Who fannits: STOP WRITING BAD NINE/ROSE FIC! IN FACT STOP WRITING NINE/ROSE ALTOGETHER! THERE ARE NINE OTHER DOCTORS AND MANY OTHER POTENTIAL LOVE INTERESTS TO WRITE ABOUT, FOR PETE'S SAKE!

Actually, I really don't like seeing the Doctor 'shipped with anyone. He has more important things to think about than relationships, like saving the universe and all that. Also, despite his having had ten faces, whenever I think of the Doctor I instantly picture Three, which conjures up "grandpa" rather than "sex god" to me. On the bright side though, anyone who has been watching the show long enough knows the TARDIS used to be able to change form - and that the Doctor is perfectly capable of fixing it. That's one plot device I haven't seen abused yet, ie. the TARDIS being turned into a knocking shop or porno cinema or something. Great, I've just cursed that into existence now, haven't I?

I'm mostly just revising for my exams at the moment. And writing a Fenrir Greyback application for Captive Path. It's a bit difficult, as he doesn't seem to want to tell me everything just yet. But inspiration will come.

Mon, 24 Apr 2006 21:07:39 GMT

This sort of thing makes me so cross (beware: NWS.) It's bad enough people write crappy Doctor Who fanfic, but writing something like this about the actors who appear in it really, really gets my goat. If Christopher Eccleston and David Tennant were to read this, they would have simultaneous heart attacks, and as both a lifelong fan of the show and someone who respects celebrities' privacy, I am offended on their behalf. This is one reason I wouldn't ever want to be famous. Because I wouldn't even be able to go out for a packet of biscuits any more without photographers trying to look up my arse, and because people might write RPF about me. And this is by far not the worst RPF out there - godawful.net is proof of that. Orlando Bloom and Johnny Depp eating Keira Knightley alive then having wild monkey sex just inches away from her mutilated corpse, anyone?

Also, is it very very wrong that my first thought on reading it was not the wrongness of it all but that Christopher Eccleston would be more likely to break someone's nose than would Billie Piper?

Fri, 21 Apr 2006 16:43:48 GMT

Not a lot going on down here (and no, me buying the complete series of Blackadder Goes Forth on DVD does not count.) School starts again on Monday. Latest news on Molly's baby is that she wants to name it "Deacon". (Hospital staff are not really allowed to tell you what sex an unborn baby is any more, but she got someone or other to tell her it's a boy.) Poor little kid. By the time he's ten, his skin will be so tough from all the bullying that it will have hardened into plate armour, and he'll leave home and go and join the X - Men.

Sat, 15 Apr 2006 18:58:39 GMT

I'm not normally in the habit of randomly filling up journal space with stupid poetry and/or song lyrics, but these two poems seemed very appropriate tonight:

"How To Get On In Society" by John Betjeman

Phone for the fish knives, Norman
As cook is a little unnerved;
You kiddies have crumpled the serviettes
And I must have things daintily served.

Are the requisites all in the toilet?
The frills round the cutlets can wait
Till the girl has replenished the cruets
And switched on the logs in the grate.

It's ever so close in the lounge dear,
But the vestibule's comfy for tea
And Howard is riding on horseback
So do come and take some with me

Now here is a fork for your pastries
And do use the couch for your feet;
I know that I wanted to ask you-
Is trifle sufficient for sweet?

Milk and then just as it comes dear?
I'm afraid the preserve's full of stones;
Beg pardon, I'm soiling the doileys
With afternoon tea-cakes and scones.

"The Romantic Age" by Ogden Nash

This one is entering her teens,
Ripe for sentimental scenes,
Has picked a gangling unripe male,
Sees herself in bridal veil,
Presses lips and tosses head,
Declares she's not too young to wed,
Informs you pertly you forget
Romeo and Juliet.
Do not argue, do not shout;
Remind her how that one turned out.

The Betjeman one always makes me smile. This is one reason why I love Somerset, our area at least is relatively classless.

I'll write about the new series of Doctor Who later, when I've had the chance to phone William and discuss every aspect of tonight's episode.

Fri, 14 Apr 2006 19:12:47 GMT

Because there are days when you really have nothing better to do than bugger about with the Candybar dolls at elouai.com

This one is supposed to be me but in fact is much better looking than me. Which doesn't fill me with hope.

And this is Luna. She's based on Canon!Luna rather than the Luna I play at His Era, because Carly Schroeder has all the right expressions but sadly the wrong hairstyle.

Here's Fleur, who looks a bit waitressy, but I really didn't know what to dress her in.

And not forgetting Molly the mole, ha ha ha. Just because she'll kill me if she ever reads this LJ and finds out I didn't include her. Unfortunately the dollmaker wouldn't let me add in her enormous pregnant stomach, but then in two months' time the baby will be here anyway.

Fri, 14 Apr 2006 18:37:14 GMT

Which HP Mary Sue Are You? (WITH PICTURES)

Merlin's great-great-granddaughter, Heiress of Gryffindor, and Harry Potters SoulmateYou are a unicorn animagus, a part-TrueElf-part-Veela, your hair and your eyes change color with dizzying rapidity, and the Sorting Hat has decided you have the best qualities of all the houses. You claim to be in Gryffindor, but in reality, you have created a Hogwarts house all to yourself: SPARKLYPOO! In spite of your efforts to cover yourself in titles and connections and glory, you are irredeemably boring. You will also die heartbreakingly at the end, making Harry take a vow of devoted celibacy for the rest of his life. Yawn.
Take this quiz!

In other news, BOO for exams coming up and HOORAY! for Butterkist popcorn.

ARSE ARSE ARSE

Thu, 06 Apr 2006 16:09:47 GMT

Wisdom teeth + Agony = Unhappy Megan

ARSE!

That's all.

Tue, 04 Apr 2006 12:22:57 GMT

Dear Megan,

Your personal tutor, (NAME OF OLD PERSONAL TUTOR), has now left the School. Your new personal tutor will be Professor (NAME OF NEW PERSONAL TUTOR). You should make an appointment to see Professor (NAME OF NEW PERSONAL TUTOR) at the beginning of the summer term to discuss your class reports. Appointments can be made through his secretary (NAME AND EMAIL ADDRESS OF SECRETARY.)

I hope you will not find this too disruptive

(COURSE CONVENOR)

God help me when I get back to school.

Other than that, an ordinary weekend. Work as usual on Saturday and then on Sunday I went up to London for drinks with Jess and her boyfriend. William phoned on Sunday evening, but I didn't tell him where I went. That's one of the things we agree we won't talk about. He accepts I might conceivably resent that my friend has a rich, successful boyfriend (which doesn't upset me at all) and I accept he might conceivably resent that I'm not 6', blonde, beautiful and a model like Jess.

Thu, 30 Mar 2006 20:36:42 GMT

ARSE!

I'm wondering about changing my name when I leave school. I've always secretly kind of wished I'd been named Margaret instead of Megan (because the name "Megan" began life as a short form of Margaret, just like "Sally" was originally short for Sarah.) You don't see too many young women/teenagers named Margaret these days, whereas every other girl and her dog is called Megan. I'm not sure how many other Megan Maxwells are out there, but there must be quite a few. There are thousands of Rachels and Thomases as well but I wouldn't think there are quite as many Marcelles, except Marcelle D'Argy Smith of course.

I will never stop laughing at the video for Stupid Girls by Pink, good one! Especially the dig at Desperate Housewives.

Tue, 28 Mar 2006 16:22:48 GMT

I went to London at the weekend for Molly's birthday as arranged. She had invited William (I was going to write about that but didn't) so there were eight of us - her, him, me, Sam, Andrew, Louise, Tilla and one of Tilla's friends. We went to a couple of bars, where Molly put away every drink anyone offered to buy her and even started going up to strangers and telling them it was her birthday in the hope of them buying her more (I really don't want to think about the effect on the baby.) Then we went to the Ministry of Sound and I swear my ears are still ringing because of the noise. I spent a lot of time standing about holding onto people's coats and looking stupid until William and me eventually left on our own and went for a walk over the Thames bridge. He kept trying to get me to ask him back to Surrey with me, but I had to point out that would cost him even more in train fares, so I went as far as Waterloo with him so I could get the train back. Molly phoned yesterday to report she's still hung over and ask me where I went to. I just said I'd wanted to get back early on Sunday and use the library. Seems I didn't miss out on a lot. She doesn't remember too much of Saturday except that Tilla threw up, Andrew tried to blow up a post box and Sam went round half of London looking for an all night supermarket so he could buy Molly a birthday cake (Didn't find one, apparently, but she said he's already ordered a big expensive cake for her anyway.) Her birthday is actually today so I'll ring her early this evening before she goes out. I know she didn't go to work. She's probably on "maternity leave", if hairdressers get that, and she wouldn't go to work on her birthday as it is.

Mon, 20 Mar 2006 13:08:55 GMT

Had a long talk on the phone with Molly, mostly about her many pregnancy - related ailments. She's probably making most of it up, I know for a fact that morning sickness isn't supposed to go on past the fourth month. We're going to London for her birthday on Saturday, which is a looooooong way for her to travel but that's where she wants to spend it. I hope she's not bringing Sam but I expect she will. She'll definitely be too big for her usual choice of clubbing gear by now. I know her too well to hope that she's given up smoking or drinking, but with a bit of luck she'll lay off the weed for a while. She kept asking me if I want her to invite Will. I replied in the negative. He won't want to go all that way and I don't think he could afford it either. That and I really, really don't want to see him at the moment.

Sun, 19 Mar 2006 20:01:36 GMT

I can't get hold of my mum on the phone. I wonder if she's gone away somewhere?

Sat, 18 Mar 2006 15:29:36 GMT

I've been had up for absence because I didn't go to classes this week or last. Last week it was because I'd missed readings, and yesterday it was because I was coughing. Brilliant. Better talk to my new personal tutor ASAP or next thing I know they won't allow me to take the exams, then my mother will KILL me. Literally. This will hang over me for the whole of the holiday, so not much of a happy Easter for me it seems.

Jess and I went through the askmen.com list of 99 most gorgeous women. We were both disappointed that Jessica Alba and Sienna Miller were the top 2. I was surprised Keira Knightley didn't make it higher, but I think she's overrated anyway. Jess's temperature has gone down, so that's good.

Wish I had a scanner so I could draw Luna's Hallowe'en costume and make an icon or journal entry out of it. I had a go with an online dollmaker thing but it didn't look right. If I go back to Somerset this Easter I can use our digital camera.

ARSE!