Half of my comp arrived.

Half of my comp arrived. (‘the broken bit?’ a friend asked) Still waiting for the monitor and keyboard and cables, etc. I will never, ever order a comp over the net again. I’ll go to a *shock horror* shop where I can physically attack the shop assistant.

I don’t think you could

I don’t think you could get fired for what you say in an on line journal over here (it’s very hard to fire people in this country, we’re well protected). I had an on line journal which upset some people. Never understood why they were reading it anyway, guess they were looking for trouble. But anyway, I wouldn’t have liked what I wrote in it either if it had been about me. I first put a password on it, but I didn’t like that, so I took it down and started a mailing list. Even there I find it hard to write what I really feel. I keep worrying I’ll upset my readers.

All this ‘most posts in

All this ‘most posts in smallest amount of time’ nonsense. Why the haste? How about… fewest posts? 37 minutes.

I just ordered Trophies II, a collection of David Sylvian’s lyrics. I got Trophies I back in the 80s.

The wounds on your hands never seem to heal
I thought all I needed was to believe

Here am I, a lifetime away from you
The blood of Christ, or the beat of my heart
My love wears forbidden colours
My life believes