9:44: the phone rang. Leaped out of bed (tube stike, got the day off) thinking at last - don't go, don't go don't go.

It was indeed the person I thought it would be. Had a slightly confused conversation explaining that this wasn't the right number. Some distress at the other end: we both know how many times this number's been called in the last four weeks.

Keeley's mum - if you're out there - please get your daughter into school.

I've noticed a worrying, increasing trend in email sign off, including my own. My grammar is turning in her grave.

You know the thing. Sometimes a full stop seems just too demanding, too final. It's seems to act like you...want something. An exclamation mark can be just too informal don't you find, especially if you want to grasp that next rung! Then there's a question mark, what does that say? Do you think that's a good idea?

I think the best plan is to leave it just like this

Cheers

Vic

Hey, did you hear the one about the gorilla that escaped from the zoo? Got out, sat on a bench, scratched his chest, sniffed some flowers.

A minor musing: how many drivers pass my window at the same time each day thinking 'There she is again'?

'Troy'. 'Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter and ...Spring'.

One to see, one to miss - any guesses which?

Go to see Sean Bean shouting 'Ey up Achilles' and Pericles sulkily saying 'Whoa Achilles dude' if you think it's worth the £10. Brad Pitt doesn't really feature if that's your reason for wanting to go, when he is one screen, he's 'deciding'. I know this because he was staring into the middle distance which must mean 'deciding'.

Or go to see a beautifully photographed film about Korean Buddhists on a floating monastery and ponder your existence.

A brain-numbing, house-packing, box-carrying, car-driving seven days. Me in a new flat, while R did the triple: new flat, new city, new job. Not much change then. Did manage to head over to Tateditch to see Art of the Garden which was pleasantly un-doily-like, with a 10,000 rose-laid rug by Anya Gallicio and some fabulous Flower Fairy illustrations by Cicely Barker.

Went to see what may well prove to be the most memorable film I've ever seen, last night. It was Pedro Almodóvar's Bad Education. 15 minutes before the end of the film, at that bit, you know, the one where they're using the 8mm camera, the film...burnt. Gone. A flicker of the film, then just a melted, burnt black hole pictured on the screen, in front of a packed cinema.

And it happened just like it really does in the movies.