hey So I just spent the whole of the last 2 hours spading Claire in TC - Tissue Culture; the sterile unit in which we grow malaria parasites and also human cancer cells and Chinese hamster ovarian tissue cells and the occasional univited bacterium or fungus - and we just shot the shit about all sorts of things. She owed me two items of dirt and cashed in one of them - I have given her so much background info and skinner (skuh-ner; local slang term for gossip) on so much stuff over the last few months and she promised she'd let me into her dirty, dark side. And wow - what a glimpse it was. Unfortunately, I'm sworn to secrecy so I can't really put it out onto the internet like 2 minutes later, can I, even though very few people ever read my entries. All I can say, though, is Hot Damn! My karate boys and I spent the whole of Saturday doing community service - delivering our little suburban rag of a newspaper (10 pages of arbitrary griping and utterly useless sordid backslapping of all and sundry in the area) to 3534 houses of semi-decaying suburban nightmare landscape in the rain and biting winter wind. In theory, if all 24 members pitch up we could divvy up the suburb and get the lot done in 2 hours; however, it took 13 of us 14 hours to do it all - 2 hours friday night, 2 Sunday afternoon, and 10 on Saturday. In the rain. Still, the club earns a bit of cash for it, so I suppose it's all good. And that, as they say, is that. Continuing the previous entry's News of the Bizarre - an old woman from somewhere in rural Rumania has laid a formal complaint through the Rumanian authorities (police, I presume?) that the ice-cream she purchased from a cafe was too cold to eat. I'm not quite sure what she wants them to do about it, but she is expecting some kind of action of some sort. Yeah, Granny, the men in white coats with valium tranquiliser darts kind of action. Will anyone with half a brain left please hand it in at the door. Thanks for your ongoing co-operation. have a loony day -D- PS: I have a sort of tentative date with CLaire for tomorrow to go to a live music gig. Springbok Nude Girls woohoo! PPS: Okay okay, it's not even really a date. It's more of a "we'll meet there with our friends in tow and hang out" kind of date. So not really a date at all, I suppose. PPPS: Look, I'll take what I can get with Claire, yeah? Stop raining on my small parade!