So. Went to beer festival; drank Gunner's Daughter, St Peter's Organic, and a lot of other beers that weren't quite as good but were very nice; none bad at all. truecatechresis, however, drank a cider called Swamp Donkey, which smelt rank beyond belief. He claimed it tasted nice ... afterwards failed to go to a gig that wasn't happening or at least not where I thought it was; never mind, would have been too drunk anyway. I intimidated the door lady into giving me back my money and took Roland home to watch Kung Faux instead.

Saturday lugged clothes to charity shop, had a thoroughly disagreeable moment in Bead Games that thoroughly soured my mood for much of the rest of the weekend. Lifted by; next episdode of Smax -- good despite showing a slight tendency towards that rather lazy form of storytelling that involves putting your hero in a situation of ignorance then pointing at them and laughing because they're a fool; mad friend-creatures at the bookshop discussing erotica and philosophy; dancing socks off to The Evenings and headbanging to The Rock of Travolta; friends talking rubbish on my floor till small hours; other things.

Sunday weeded the garden, mucked out my make-up box (threw away a lipstick dating back to 1981!), and cleaned the toilet. Debated whether a small winged sheep was really worth keeping. Laminated 78 Monkey vs. Robot cards for Jenni. Womdered what to do with my life; watched The Dark Crystal and Labyrinth for guidance. Not helpful. Did this week's strip.

It's sequel to this one.