I ask this question for a couple of reasons.

1) Boyfriend's travelling adventures of late. He had to get the 5.07 train again this morning so I am like the living dead once more. Yesterday though, because he wasn't teaching until 10.30, he could get the later train which left the station at 8.17 (well, the bus replacement service to the next station left the station at 8.17). He got to the next station and was stuck there for THREE hours waiting for the train to take him on to the station a village across from his school. *Insert misc. grumble of your own choice about public transport and 'how it wasn't like this until Thatcher privatised the railways, she'll burn in hell...'*

2) He didn't make bad time for getting home though - it only took about two hours and bizarrely, we ended up on the same bus but were both to sleepy to spot each other. We were just going through the big, traffic light lite, junction near our bus stop when I realised the lights were not on. Incidentally, they were still not on this morning during rush hour and there was still no one helping to direct traffic - speedy response from the traffic police people there then. Anyway, I looked up in the direction of our house the bus and it looked strangely dark. Then I realised, there were no street lights and a couple of hundred houses in the dark. Apparently the power had been out for about two hours, and was out for another two after we got home. When we phoned the electricity company, they said that it had effected most of the west of the city during day. Have never been so grateful that boyfriend smokes though (or that we met at the bus stop) because I would have been fire-less girl otherwise and would have to have lit the cooker (thankfully gas) in order to light any candles - no much fun in the dark. Smoking: it'll give you lung cancer but hey, in a power cut, you'll have flame!

3) The cats have turned the garden into fields of cash crops to sell to imperialist decadent western nations and Bob Geldof and Lenny Henry have turned up with several film crews to highlight the plight of the 'oppressed feline workers in this improverished state who are forced to live on cat food and titbits to survive'.

I have a theory concerning binary opposites: the universe will divide into two completely separate groups over any given issue, for example, whether the UK should join the Euro, mac or pc, or prefer cats over dogs. Okay, you get a few hamster loving freaks who strandle the middle and/or choose something completely different but on the whole, there are two distinct groups.

After years of indepth research, I have come to the conclusion that the most decisive way to sort out all of humanity's problems is to make a judgement based on the individuals' preference when it comes to flavoured chocolate. IMHO, the world of flavoured chocolate divides between the choc-n-orange hipsters and the choc-n-mint lovin' freaks. The fact that you don't get choc-n-mint favoured ones in either Roses or Quality Street choccies proves how freaky those people must be.

Now, in the world of flavoured chocolate, it is really a case of opposites attract - two choc-n-mint people would be constantly fighting over the After Eights whereas in a two choc-n-orange household, the After Eights would be left on the shelf in the kitchen to go all sticky until their nice chocolate supply was eaten and they had to resort to the toothpaste-esque variety. Assess your relationship potential based on your flavoured chocolate preference today!

Jeez, I better do some work...

* inflation has caused the rise from a penny

By the way, does anyone know Keith's email address? I have no idea who Keith is either but I want to get access to this database thingy on some drive U: and everyone I have asked has said 'email Keith'. The way they talk about him, I have a feeling I should know who he is and I will look like a prize duh if I admit that I don't know him or his email address. Maybe I should initiate some 'email spork -athon' thing so that everyone will email me and maybe then Keith will email me too and I will get his email address and no one (here) will be any the wiser...

Was so bored today that I ended up searching my own name on the internet - something which I haven't done for about three years. Most of the returns were actually about or by me which was quite cool. I searched spork as well. My God, there are some wierd spork fanatics out there. Tsk.

Plus, my phone has a really pap ring as well. What is wrong with the world?

Rich people piss me off when they rub my nose in it "oooh I have so much cash... oooh I've just got back from Indonesia....oooh daddy paid for me to go to all the best schools and the best university" but I think the "I'm so poor, I'm wearing last week's Prada outfit" bunch are the worst because they de-legitimise (if such a word exists) poverty for everyone else.

I am enjoying the novelty of having my own office though - you would really appreciate it too if you had shared an office with the MLC. My office, or 'the cupboard' as it is also known, has a window and everything. Actually, no, it has a window and that it about it. hey ho.

(Since no one else has mentioned it yet: ) Went to see Unbreakable on Monday night with bAckline, LittleElf, Scaramanga, Judge Ruffneck and the much hated Martin amongst other people. I have changed my opinion of Martin since he drove us home miles out of his way and as a result, I now hate Darren although I have no idea who this person is. A little irrational hatred can go a long way - especially if you have a big stick and some kind of projection device such as a catapult.

Unbreakable was quite good ---- oooooh, I've just seen a grey squirrel out of the window! the joys of having a window! ---- I can't think of anything bad to say about it (Unbreakable that is, not the squirrel) but I think i was getting too stressed about starting work again to be amazed by it. Didn't get home until midnight and then only got about a nanosecond of sleep (and that was on the sofa - long story) so was trashed all yesterday (great way to start work) and still feeling trashed today. I need a break.

lallalllalalala. one day to go (after today).

had yesterday off but didn't go christmas shopping as planned because the weather was pooey. Spent most of the morning playing the computer (will not say the game's name as it is too humiliating) with two cats sat on my knee and then just slobbed in the afternoon. Had a bath for an hour which made me all pruney - Silicon, the cat, has an obsession with watching people in the shower or the bath so for the whole hour she sat on the little table next to the bath and meowed at me for an hour.

Had this emailled to me today:

Went to see my new place of work on Friday afternoon - after been taken to lunch by new boss - I like the idea of going to a rich department instead of this on-the-edge-of-bankrupcy place. Am going to have my own office which I am rather excited about even though it is small - own office means not having to share with MLC or future MLC and I can play on geek-ware all day rather than doing any work with no one snooping over my shoulder. And I have my very own window. Now I know you are all impressed.

A good friend came to visit at the weekend - Friday night to Sunday lunchtime - but didn't do anything special except eat lots of junk food and went shopping. Should have gone to a birthday party thing on Saturday but boyfriend felt ill (pizza poisoning - that'll teach him not to make me 'cook') so we stayed in and watched videos/tv.

I am rather impressed with myself since I have managed to buy two Christmas presents and it is only the 2nd week in december (okay, they are only two small christmas presents that will have to be added to but it is better than normal). I hate Christmas... and John Lennon (was he the guy in the Bay City Rollers?)... and Martin.

bAckline and Scaramanga popped around on Sunday night to drink our coffee and exchange cds. bAckline was passing on 'geeky love' hugs but I didn't notice any out-of-the-ordinary shaving so I guess he gave up on the idea.

OOooh, having a leaving part-ay thing-ette on Friday after work so any geeks in the West Yorkshire area on Friday evening are cordially invited - although I don't know where to yet. I'll keep you posted - well, it beats doing work.

2nd OOooh, you may be pleased to hear that I didn't watch Miracle on 34th Street to celebrate anniversary - had a mad orgy instead.