How does The Boy G do it? What makes his life different from mine, where all I do is watch the World Cup and lament the broken-ness of my bike (if it wasn';t broken, I could ride it to the bike shop and see if I could get part ex on a new one. But then, if it wasn't broken, I wouldn't need a new one! That says a lot about life, I think). And he doesn't even have a keyboard!

That's it!! If I didn't have a keyboard, I might have a life! I might even have a job, but let's not go too far. My previous keyboard went all comx.p.l.tl__yxxbol.l.oc;kss (which looks scarily virus-like - perhaps it's no coincidence that I'm receiving 4 or 5 viruses a day in muh email at the moment) on me, which briefly revolutionised social interaction and made me go out in the Fresh Air, so perhaps half a bottle of 1993 Navarro Lopez "accidentally" spilled is the way to go. Or I could get my mum to hide it.

Greg also writes a lot, and has philosophic thoughts which don't necessarily revolve around him. Hmm, must try that. AND he's got a nice tum.