Power: The only thing in life nicer than toast.

Last night we invented IRLJ ™. It's a device for people who want to interact in person but still want everyone to know what their mood and current music are. It's a plastic pouch you can wear around your neck with space for a CD and room to slot in little mood cards (with icons).

This time next year, Rodders...

Apart from that, last night consisted of lots of Mexican food in the form of Megan's last supper before heading up to the frozen north - and lots of silliness at the Welsh Club in celebration of Kim and lucien_dark's birthdays. Like lucien_dark, I also failed to touch the bum of anyone famous last night, but once we were done crying we had fun sticking ice cubes down Chris' vest. Halfway home I met a nice Irish bloke with a very silly hat who asked if I could escort him up the road as he was on the run from a crazed stalker lady old enough to be his mother. (It was nice to meet someone in the middle of town at 2am on a school night who wasn't a crazed loon. I'm not sure if he felt the same way.)

This morning I drove past a truck pulling a trailer... full of trailers!