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I expect things to happen instantly, but what I've discovered is that the only thing that seems to happen instantly are auto-reply emails usually from email addresses that are no longer working. I've got a nice collection of those.

Today was only notable inasmuch as I have made a decision to buy an extremely expensive pen (probably from eBay).

I have whittled it down to about three choices including a Mont Blanc and a Montegrappa (a make I hadn't previously heard of).

Hopefully I will bring the sale in on budget and have a bit left over for refills - yes, it's basically a glorified biro I am getting!

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I am having a purple patch of inspiration. However it is 00.30 which is not the hour normally associated with inspirational moods.

Listening to Schubert's String Quartet in A minor on CD and generally messing about on the Internet - of which there's a lot to mess about on.

It's been a fairly blah day i.e. pretty forgettable, but then that makes it quite a normal kind of day too, sort of.

Plans for the rest of 09 and 010 loom in both diary and the imagination. What will the rest of 09/010 really bring? We can't tell that just because we write a few things in the diary.

Mood now back to normal - that inspirational moment didn't last too long, did it?

This afternoon I am having a cup of tea without a biscuit.

An interesting dream last night.

I dreamt that I went out for drinks in a top London Hotel with Brooke Shields, Michael Jackson and my friend Mr B.

Brooke was in town, so I phoned her up and asked her if she wanted to meet up later that evening [Kind of a bit like in the film, Notting Hill]. Now the background to this is that I went out with a Brooke Shields lookalike back in the day and there was even a rumour running round the Academy that I was actually going out with Brooke Shields. I received a dinner party invitation once to J. and Brooke! Odd how these rumours blow things out of all proportion.

The rest of the dream was kind of confusing. I know that Mr B was driving my car and had difficulties parking it in central London and that Michael Jackson phoned through with some kind of half hearted excuse why he couldn't meet us that night.

So there were just three of us in the hotel in the end. I think I had a bloody Mary, Mr B had some kind of Whiskey and Brooke Shields was drinking something pretty light with Coke.

The rest of the evening was rather blurred possibly due to the alcohol, and then I woke up.

The day that followed bore no resemblance to the dream.

Link - http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/tyne/8324793.stm

I know. I couldn't believe it either.

Can anyone guess what gift/present I received wrapped up in this novelty wrapping paper?

I think that ultimately we are never happy with things. We keep on trying to perfect and perfect. It's simpler to give up all hope straight away and do some cleaning.

Ever since the invention of the dishwasher, men have no place in the kitchen.

If so, from where?

I am talking about the mail/email facility where you get email sent directly to your computer instead of having to pick it up from gmail or ymail or wherever.