Anyone listening to the BBC world service today may be lucky enough to hear my opinions on the Beslan massacre and the "War on Terror". I was ambushed on my way home from the gym in High Holborn on Wednesday by a perky wee BBC reporter and an MP3 player who shoved a big fluffy mike at me and asked lots of very difficult questions. I said that governments all have a problem of not listening to certain groups of people, and instead of addressing these issues as individual problems, they use the umbrella term 'war on terror' to justify their responses and instigate help from the international community. (Look, I'd just been to my RPM class and was bloody knackered and had to answer on the spot.)

Moving day tomorrow! Unfortnately its going to be 28 degrees. *arms self with deodorant* Anyone rememeber the moving day scene from the movie of the Rats of NIHM? That was one scary movie for a 5 year old. That Owl. Though thinking about it now, it kinda makes me want to either track down a copy on ebay and see how scary it really isn't (Labyrinth stylee) or find the original book. Anyone read it recently?

Just spoke to house-mate-to-be. They're all so NICE. Can't wait. Had a big stress that the old flatmate wasn't leaving til tomorrow or Monday, but he actually moved out this morning. PHEW!

*begins preliminary tidy-up of general mess of far-to-many clothes*

Think I'm gonna have to sell some stuff on the good E to the B A Y...