Mr. Babalas

I woke up this morning with the biggest babalas I've had all year ;) - on which two hot cups of honey water had no effect. Thanks for the advice, Metro.

I've just had a thought - I'm going to design my own Mr. (sic) Men character - Mr. Babalas. And at the same time I'll rename my Evangelism page to Projects, update and complete my portfolio, add a contact form, redesign my sites, launch something meaningful at poo.coza, upload some more digicam albums and finish a Mozilla/Firebird theme. Not forgetting about all the freelance work keeping me occupied. Resolution or not, these things will all happen. Eventually.

Hello, 2004 - the year of the green wooden monkey! I'm feeling very confident about the year ahead right now, and hope you do too. And also that you celebrated in style; from what I remember I had a good time - all the photos are up in a brand new sparkling 2004 album, and also feature in my new header as a montage. If you look closely... just kidding, you won't see anything. Click on the digicam icon for the high-res version instead.

I left our flat around 6pm and met up with matt in Piccadilly Circus, from where we met up with some of his mates at The Intrepid Fox in Soho - folks, this place is worse than Corner House! But we had a good time anyway, and a few pints, sms's and a phone call home later, wandered off into the closed-off streets to brave the crowds. It's now that I should mention that I have no recollection of anything that happened from this point onwards until I woke up this morning to our neighbour blasting his music, thanks Ian. Except for a few key events....

Two Swede girls. I kept thinking they were Danish. Don't remember our conversation at all, we spoke for ages it seemed.
Jumping through other people's group photographs. I really should stop doing that.
I stole a bar of chewing gum from a cafe, which was overcrowded with drunk revellers buying more beer. I have no idea why, I don't even like the flavour. I should stop doing that too.
Lots of people. Thousands. All standing around, expecting something to happen other than a countdown. Maybe it did and I missed it? From my photos you can make out they're all concentrating on something. We were in the Trafalgar Square area, if you were there please let me know.
Falling on my arse going down stairs at some station. I banged my camera on the steps as well, but it survived without a scratch - unlike my left thigh which is bruised from here to Timbuktu. M@ fell too, so I don't feel alone.
And lastly, walking home (most likely) in the rain. I had my umbrella, even though there wasn't any indication of rain when I left the flat. I guess I'm learning, then.

No Plett beach party, but fun nonetheless. Hopefully next year, the meskanky crew will be out in full force instead of working - Ian, I feel for you man. 28 hours later and you're still at work! Or for your sake, I hope not.

A Southerner stopped a stranger on the Harvard campus and asked, "Could you please tell me where the library is at?" The stranger responded, "Educated people never end their sentences with a preposition." The overly polite Southerner then apologetically repeated himself: "Could you please tell me where the library is at, you jerk?"

And that is that.