Five days of frenetic activity have gone past since I last wrote a blog entry. I have seen a million people, toured a million places, but I haven't really got anything to say. Unlike Madeleine, I don't lie awake for a while before drifting off, updating my memory banks with smashing things that have happened to me over the previous 24 hours. I should, I know, but my DISSOLUTE LIFESTYLE means that if I'm going to be lying in bed, I'll either be comatose or exotically entertaining the Norwegian synchronised swimming team. Probably.

A morning of useful chores has just passed, as part of my new leaf turning (this is new leaf no 3,846 in a series of millions). These chores didn't involve finding a job. Sigh. And now it's Wimbledon fortnight - how am I expected to do anything useful, for heaven's sake!

In crappy news, I broke my Palm Pilot (boo) and the bike shop was shut, which I only discovered after walking there (boo again). I shall have to wait until tomorrow before I can compete with Ree on the subject of all things bike-worthy.

Oh, further to the Palm Pilot thing, if any of my friends with whom I have made social arrangements are reading this, can they let me know what they are as I'm bound to forget? Cheers!