Repent. The end is very fucking nigh.

I rented '28 Days later' last night. It was brilliant. Grainy, unpredictable, riveting material. I also thought it made quite a clever underanded poke at the inherent nature of man to destroy his own species (and himself). One thing did occur to me though. After having lived in England for about 1o months now I find it really strange to see places I have been popping up in movies. And the scenes of an abandoned London were so alien to me, almost surreal. London is NEVER adandoned. Scrap that. London is never even quiet. London pulses 24 hours a day... which was something I had to get used to very quickly while living in Kentish Town. Anyways.

I was going to write more about the movie, but having just read that Natalie has been offered a 'great-looking, amazing plate with excellent taste' I find myself strangely short of words. This has evoked a nasty green streak in me... and yes... I know that I'm involved in a relationship and being horribly poncy and unfair and hippocritical... and a dick really. Still. It's hard to read.

The phrase 'do unto others' comes to mind. Fuck.

Last nights wine tasting at the pub was excellent. Besides the load of wine that I tried for free, I also tried a large quantity of apple schnapps (the real stuff) for free, ate a ton of cheese and biscuits, and then sat at a table and helped polish off 4 bottles of wine. At 1am I was bent over the toilet yakking my lungs out. And this morning I feel fine. Work that one out.

Tonight I'm going to Tisbury football club for drinks with Tam who I used to work with. After that it's back to the Lamb (where I used to work) for drinks, and then back to the Swan House (where I used to live) for more drinks. I think I'll crash there tonight, even though I have work tommorow.