Not only has the plane gone down in Neighbours, I’ve bitten a chunk out of my cheek eating some toasted French stick. Obvious cheek-pain aside, today’s episode of Neighbours was probably the best evur.

£180 for a television licence?! What a rip-off. The way things are going, I’ll probably stick to just watching DVDs on the computer when I do leave the parents’ nest. It’s not as if the tele offers much these days. The only real bugger will be, y’know - keeping up to date with The Bill.

I mean, at least stick to your original story, eh?

I’ve awoken with a terrible cold & sore throat and have just discovered a weird white spot at the back of my throat. On one site, the Internet says not to worry. On another, the word “cancer” flashes up in big red letters.

Remembering back to this, I took the latter report as an unnecessary scare. But why do people say things like that? I mean, it appeared to be a serious medical resource, so you’d think they’d be more tactful even if it is a symptom.

Proceedings for Elliot S’ birthday celebrations kicked off last night at a fine Chinese restaurant in the Isle of Dogs. I arrived early, so thought it best to go to Elliot’s gaff. Only I couldn’t remember the exact way and got a little lost. Not madly lost, just took the first left at one point instead of the second.

Realising my error at the very end of the road, I headed back the way I came. At the exact same time, Elliot and his lady friend, Camille P, were walking down from the second left towards the corner of the first - meaning we ended up walking towards each other. Only, they didn’t look up to see me, so I held open my coat, gyrated madly in front of them and made wild animal noises once we were all up close. Excellently, this made the both of them jump… and got disapproving looks from passers by.

Ah, well maybe you had to be there.

Anyway, after the meal most of us made our way to a bar somewhere in Greenwich, where I chatted at length with Sam S. and his lady friend, Kate ¿. Now, I get on mighty well with Sam at Racodac. But I think we got a better understanding of each other through our long talk. He even offered to give me a lift all the way home to Brommers from Greenwich (where he lives), having missed the last train. Bless.

I stayed over at Elliot’s (a The Streets look-alike apparently) in the end, though. And the walk back to his was notably funny. We didn’t get in until gone 4:00 AM, and not to bed until the Skutters were changing the wall colours from Ocean Grey to Military Grey (at 5:05 AM).

Then today proper, we watched a couple of bits of DVDs, I beat Elliot at a movie quiz, and we went for a wander in Canary Wharf. My journey home wasn’t great: A lorry driver tried driving his lorry through a gap narrower than the vehicle, causing a standstill on the road for two hours. When there was enough room for my bus to reverse, the route was diverted to somewhere in the opposite direction. So I got off at the first place I recognised and got another bus.

Forgetting that though, it’s been a weekend of many laughs. And many “Bonnetts”.

My GCSE DT folder flopped open on the market research page when putting the Christmas decorations away today. Nostalgically, I read back over my work and found great amusement in the following statement: “And I only asked 3 fans of Red Dwarf, the others were normal people.”

Great days.

Friday 13th, then. I’m not a superstitious person. But I would’ve been late for an assessment had my course tutor not phoned home to tell me that it’d been brought forward by half an hour. This meant that I had to drop everything and leave home sharpish.

The assessment itself went well - even though I didn’t actually know it was an assessment until I got there. Ten minutes before the end of time, however, and my computer randomly turned itself off. Arse. Thankfully, frequent saving throughout saved the bulk of my efforts, and the tutor bloke was highly impressed.

Then on the way home - after a very disturbing ’scraping’ noise on the roof of my double decker bus - the lower deck windows of said bus caved IN, shattering into loads of tiny pieces.

Nobody was injured. But it wasn’t exactly a pleasant experience.

And now to add to all of that, my DVD player won’t play Red Dwarf VII without juddering. I was desperately looking forward to watching that too, dammit.

Virgin Megastores play Virgin Radio over the speaker system in store. Because of the retailer’s musical nature, this makes sense.

Argos, as I discovered today, play Argos Radio in store.

It just doesn’t work, does it?

I hated the Sheila’s Wheels advert the first time I saw it. But much like Ball, Ball, Ball, I can’t get the song out of my head at the moment - both in a good way.

Strangely, the way the male singer in the recent advert bends the name “Florence” to rhyme with “insurance” really impresses me. Sad, I know.

I missed the exclusive HMV sleeve edition of Bubba Ho-Tep when first released. But I found a copy in their January sale today for eight English. Groovy.