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I have been requested to update my blog more often. This means that you will all be lumped with details of my personal life.

I recently became a fully fledged cyber citizen, acquiring a wireless card for my laptop, and in the progress making my first eBay purchase and acquiring a Paypal account. As a result I'd like to complain about the abysmal lack of free wireless in London. Right now I'm at a cafe which advertises "free wireless" (just with a small fee of £20 per month, and that's if you sign up for a year), except that I've happily hopped onto a nearby unsecured network instead. Sadly, there aren't many of these.

I continue to work as a secretary at a building site, and enjoy it most of the time. Whilst being widely assumed to be an idiot I read academic essays under my desk and enforce minor anti-homophobic and feminist points with a sweet smile on my face. I have gained some suitably secretarial clothes, my typing grows ever better, but I have no desire to be spanked by my boss. In office romance news I got asked out recently by a electrician named Dennis (who also seemed to want to invite me to church), but my carpenter crush remains frustratingly flirtatious but elusive (and I'm too gutless to ask him out).

I went to Brighton on Pride weekend and saw Ryan Heath, who looked exactly the same as the last time I saw him several years ago... I wonder how often he googles his own name, and therefore how long it will be until he finds this page (I suspect not long). Hello Ryan.

Whilst at Pride I pashed a midget (truly) in exchange for his hat. Now that I'm sober, I don't think I'll ever wear the hat again, but I suppose it will be something of a trophy anyway. I also met a Berliner called Scout who invited me to live with her in Berlin and referred to me later (to Damon) as a "rare beauty". I love flattery, however undeserved.

British television is awful, and Radio Four is sadly not the equivalent of Radio National. Instead it's full of bad radio drama. Standing up for three hours to watch Anthony and Cleopatra is very painful, and I don't know how the Elizabethan plebs did it. Still, for £5 tickets one can't complain, I suppose. This afternoon I am off to see some old films in the wild north of London. In fact, I'd better be off to trek across Hampstead Heath in order to make it in time.