Modern life isn't rubbish.
Jun. 18th, 2001 11:59 pmI'm writing this on the train on the way home from Cambridge. I'm typing on the laptop, which is connected to the net via the infrared port on Richard's mobile phone, which is dialled up to our ISP via my SIM card (to use up my free minutes). This is very cool. I could definitely get used to this.
I'm exhausted. The Wildhearts were excellent. Full review tomorrow, when I'm awake (which may be quite late, considering that I'm already somewhat sleep-deprived from the weekend).
I'm exhausted. The Wildhearts were excellent. Full review tomorrow, when I'm awake (which may be quite late, considering that I'm already somewhat sleep-deprived from the weekend).