Aps
Up and working on poems having been woken by Calliope. Surprisingly unjaded after the party last night. Woke Lorraine to explain my genius, then walked down the road to buy bread from the French Patisserie and returned to breakfast on fresh bread, kipper and fried tomatoes.
Little to report. Lorraine downloaded performances on the camera from last weekend so I may be able to start editing film for the This concert thing soon.
Gloriously Chelsea beat Manchester United at Old Trafford and are now favourites to win the league. Eager to discuss this with Anton, who was less keen when I went up the road to hang out with Anton, Anna and Brian, and gorge on Anton's delicious pizzas.
Anton's new craze is his iPhone. It has a million 'aps'. One of which is an ability to tune into a million radio stations, and be plugged into his stereo. Anna, who also has a iPhone, showing me the tea-making ap, into which you program your family or colleagues names and then shake your phone, and it randomly nominates who next must get the teas in.
Brian (who also has an iPhone) has an ap which should be called gaydar but isn't, which enables you to locate other guys with the same ap on their phone. This being Brighton there were dozens of photo profiles of available gentlemen within a few hundred metres. Amazing technology.
Anton, Brian and I off to the Eddy, meeting Lorraine en route for a late drink. Nice to be in the pub, with them, and then to toddle home afterwards.
Up and working on poems having been woken by Calliope. Surprisingly unjaded after the party last night. Woke Lorraine to explain my genius, then walked down the road to buy bread from the French Patisserie and returned to breakfast on fresh bread, kipper and fried tomatoes.
Little to report. Lorraine downloaded performances on the camera from last weekend so I may be able to start editing film for the This concert thing soon.
Gloriously Chelsea beat Manchester United at Old Trafford and are now favourites to win the league. Eager to discuss this with Anton, who was less keen when I went up the road to hang out with Anton, Anna and Brian, and gorge on Anton's delicious pizzas.
Anton's new craze is his iPhone. It has a million 'aps'. One of which is an ability to tune into a million radio stations, and be plugged into his stereo. Anna, who also has a iPhone, showing me the tea-making ap, into which you program your family or colleagues names and then shake your phone, and it randomly nominates who next must get the teas in.
Brian (who also has an iPhone) has an ap which should be called gaydar but isn't, which enables you to locate other guys with the same ap on their phone. This being Brighton there were dozens of photo profiles of available gentlemen within a few hundred metres. Amazing technology.
Anton, Brian and I off to the Eddy, meeting Lorraine en route for a late drink. Nice to be in the pub, with them, and then to toddle home afterwards.
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