Day off! Woo and yay. Made a pact with myself to not use the tube today, so in traditional family style, will be on my flat feet all day. Enjoyed non-people aspect of day so far, a little nervous about spoiling the mood by contaminating it with other people, which in my most sociable mood, I'd call a thriving community.

Dear People Who Prod

Don't.

Yours faithfully

Vic

Good things got today: new job (R, not me), coffee in the sunshine, friends for lunch, sore thighs, £79 interest, an unexpected call re another photography job, a mouthful of wine not a skinful.

I knew it! I knew there was another word for feeling full after eating. To all those people who said 'satisfied', I smirk in your faces. To those who said content, I snigger at your hopeless verbal imaginings.

Farctate; I love you.

More unusual words.

What can I remember from last week?

Today:
Woke up, breathed in, realised still had cold. Got up, made coffee, back to bed to finish 'The curious incident of the dog in night time'. Got up, bleached, scrubbed, hoovered flat. H from KBH called, we chatted for one hour. J called. Had bath. Went out to get papers.

Saturday:
Got up with cold/hangover, dashed around, had breakfast, R went off to Brighton. I went to Fulham to take photos of my friend's baby. S made pro lunch with fresh pineapple and plenty of wine. Got a lift to the tube, went to photo shop to drop in negatives, pick up film. Lots of firemen and policemen round Bond St. Bought underwear. Had coffee and sandwich in Starbucks. Got tube to King's X to take photos of friend's night. Felt rough, spoke to KC and J, got cab home. Carried on reading book, went to bed in a cold-fuelled huff.

Friday:
Woke up at KJ's, drove in. Worked all day, was sunny so had lunch outside with KC and A. Went to bar, had 2 glasses of wine. Went to town with R, had pasta and more wine. Arrived in cinema to see Zatoichi, fell asleep in nice warm chair for 1.5 hours, woke up for final 15 mins of Ninja tapdancing. Went to Kettners for 2 x 1/2 bottle of champagne (one Veuve, one other, can't remember). Got sneaky cab home, played Nintendo until 3am.

Thursday:
Left R in flat, first day back in at work. Spoke to P about long-suffered problems. Met nice food stylist. Drove to riding lesson, had a very wide horse. Back to KJ's for ruddy marvellous curry and glass of wine.

Wednesday:
Last day of freedom. Went into town, did lots of shopping, bought fab silver shoes and white skirt. Changed mobile phone number due to twatty man who'd been calling me since Tuesday. Went to meet L in Bar Soho to discuss bridge photos. T came over. Left at 8.30 to psych up for work doom.

Tuesday:
Had extraordinarily lazy morning, made whopping fritatta for lunch. Went to CW to pick up photos, then to meet JB and S to see The Passion of the Christ, a very sticky, burgundy film. Got on tube to R's for tea and a secular sit down.

Monday:
Got up to sound of birds singing. Played Nintendo with J and R. Got train to Manchester, shouted at man on train for smoking. Went to Dry 201, then to Canal St, before train home to London and arrival in spanking new St Pancras station. Took much-welcomed taxi home. Played Nintendo until 2am.

Invademyprivacyagainyouarseholeofawankingmudefucker.

Just been to buy Easter eggs for the people in my team, feeling very Easter-y, but mainly in need of a break. Looking forward to some time up north, knocking reading glasses off the back of sofas, being confused by the concept of anti-macassars or whatever they're called, meeting a friend for drinks, revisiting old haunts, showing R my manor, my Nazi relatives, playing Super Mario on Game Cube (oh yes, bring on the vibrations), waiting for my Grandma to say something outrageous and her appearance in pavilioned splendour on Sunday.

If there's some fruit in a pub, right, which fruit do you think would get pissed most quickly?

We thought that bilberries would be the ones bouncing around getting fizzy saying 'oooh, giggle, I've only had a glass of wine and I'm really pissed!!!'.

Reading about the apparent suicides of the people suspected of organising the bombs in Madrid. There's a quote from a nearby resident in Madrid who said 'This is a very quiet neighbourhood... But it's places like this where these people try to hide'.

It's just one quote from one person, yet I wonder how a new type of civil or religious-racism war can be averted, both there, and one day, here. Organisations such as the BNP in the UK have been very (strategically?) quiet about the bombs in Madrid, as well as the recent discovery of large amounts of ammonium nitrate for alleged bomb-making purposes in this country. What will it take? When there's a bomb in this country, will their group and others like them be there to give aid, or to hand out flyers to sign up new recruits?

Read this story, then imagine the faces of the woman, her daughter, the pensioner, and the sow.

From: newsshopper.co.uk.

Pensioner escapes jail for molesting pig

A PENSIONER caught molesting a pig at an inner-city farm admitted he was "very naughty".

The 72-year-old was spotted by a mother and daughter with his hand up the backside of a quarter-ton eight-year-old sow.

Thomas Leatham, of Wilmont Street, Woolwich, admitted outraging public decency by committing a lewd act on August 12 last year.

On March 23, Southwark Crown Court heard how officers arrived to see Leatham standing at the rear of the pig, naked from the waist down, thrusting backwards and forwards.

After putting his clothes on he told officers: "I've been very naughty. I've been with the animal."

Police later discovered a tub of Vaseline in the area and a vet confirmed the animal had been interfered with sexually.

DNA evidence also proved Leatham had been in direct contact with the beast at Stepping Stones Farm, in Stepney High Street.

The pensioner, who has a wife in her thirties, admitted having his hand in the pig, but denied having intercourse with it. He told a psychiatrist: "I was frustrated and I wasn't thinking right. The demon that was in me took hold of me."

Judge Rodney Mckinnon sentenced Leatham to 100 hours of community punishment saying he spared him jail on account of his age and because he is seeking treatment.