Just successfully googlewhacked 'cornucopian nits'.

Never made it down to play cricket in the end. Stayed at home and read a book instead. And then wasted time googlewhacking. Which is about a pointless as it gets- you try to think up a two word phrase that you can type into Google and will return only one single result. Not none, not two, one. The rules at googlewhack.com are actually pretty strict. So strict in fact that they rejected 'pert fireballs', 'frogspawn unicycle', 'benten hedgerow' and a few others that I can't remember before I got in with 'fellatio usufruct', 'masticating scrotums' and 'leprous swastikas'. Time well spent then.

The Park Attack were red hot the other night. Their best gig so far I'd say. 'Twas a pity about The Hector Collectors. With a name that good they should have totally rocked, but oh no, they were shit. After the gig I stayed up til about 5 am drinking booze and still made it into the gallery for midday to do the postcards for the members' show. Which involved a lot of sticking wee fiddly stickers. Anyway, must dash- just got a text from Nick to say they're in the park playing cricket so I'm going to nip down and see if I can get Alex Pollard a black eye with a spin ball.

over and out

Birthday drinks at Mono was ace. Lots of pals got me drunk and gave me stuff and I even got a cake. Not bad for 28 on a Wednesday night. So I spent yesterday nursing a hellish hangover. And now Trish has gone back home. Boo. (But she'll be back)!

And so tonight I go to see the Park Attack peddle their musical wares at Stereo. So that should be good.


Names I have given Rob Churm (in roughly chronological order)

Churm
King Edward
The Horse Whisperer
Dirty Robert
Charlotte Church
The Small Boy
Grub
Churminator
Probot
Eggbro

It's my birthday today!