rabbits on the moon

I woke up in the middle of the night and discovered it was no nightmare- 'The tourist' was scratched! Fuck! I did sleep quite late though- I had a good book and I was listening to Oasis, Res and Kanya West and feeling strangely content. One of those 'desert island with full supplies' moments. Needed a custard donut though. Who keeps all that stuff in our kitchen? Is there an imminent nuclear war I dont know about?
After the presentation yesterday, I'm standing outside the Palmer building with Elly, Theo and Andy. They are smoking and I'm watching people walk in and out of the automatic doors. You know this says a lot about your country, I was telling her Those automatic doors. Do you really need automatic doors? What's the point? Elly shrugs we don't really have them in Wales she says. And what does it say about the British then? Well that's open to debate but it doesn't say anything particularily complimentary. We are scolding Theo about the ambush question he unleased on the class right after our presentation as a discussion topic. Surely you should have told us first? But it's done anyway and we've got away with it.
One further announcement on this matter: I'm not pretending to be okay with this situation as some people are hinting- I AM okay with this situation (although I wouldnt mind if whoever is spreading stories about me contracts leprosy)I dont lie on my blog. This is after all more or less my diary (actually what are YOU doing here?) and I dont pretend or make up stuff. Its that simple. I put a lot of secret stuff here as well, but its always in code...
England v Poland today: Already in the world cup, but need that win quite badly.