Went to see T3 lastnight. Not quite the excitement when me and my mate Colm from school went to see it in Cookstown at the Ritz Cinema. But then, you sort of had low expectations anyway :)

Mr Bridger led a break-away kino outing consisting of himself, meself and everyone else who -- on Wednesday -- was involved in the strangest e-mail conversation EVER.
(This was one of the results. Poor b3ta, and poor me...)

And I lost my wallet lastnight SOMEHOW. It's more difficult to write off to experience if you've been sober at the time. If you're in the Guildford area and have my wallet (cash-less) GIVEITBACK!!

In other anti-craic, I'm listening to Pete Tong while simulatneously being at work. This is very, very wrong! (no Tong rhyming slang pun intended.)