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The bullet darted out of the pistol and hit the baby square in the face. At least, I initially thought it did- it was the ricocheting that followed which led me to realise that the child's head-front was made out of metal. Of course next time I'll remember to burn the nursery. Last night I was fortunate enough to see Casino Royale. Accompanying me were solar-headed mate Twitnip, fellow Xbox-addict Chris (who was the host of my last journal entry's party) and incomprehensible Scot Gavin "Gay" Shand. The evening didn't start well as we all finished school and realised that the heavy rains over High Wycombe were causing intense floods and/or pn

So I stood there on the bar stool, one hand clutching a shotgun and the other rooted firmly in my pocket. It was at that point I realised just how enjoyable a zombie invasion could be. Fellow bloke Twitnip and I went to the party of a mutual friend the other day and found ourselves in differing situations. While my begingered colleague spent most of the evening being shouted down by the host's girlfriend and laying wearily across a sunken chair in the corner closest to the door, I had a somewhat different experience. I began the event loudly shouting jokes about Transformers, for reasons which now escape me, and occasionally glanced in the d

A shiny penny to whoever gets the Futurana reference and I haven't told outside of the interweb. So- few cobwebs here and there, aren't there? Though I haven't posted anything in weeks that doesn't mean I haven't been busy- you try spending an insane fortnight (and a bit) in America before returning home to an onslaught of university applications, Sega Nomad-hunting and organ traffic- i mean, film watching. Actually, I spent a lot of time playing some of the Gamecube games I missed when they were first released (Wario World, Chibi-Robo, I'm looking at you) and have just recently pre-ordered my Nintendo Wii (along with Twilight Princess and W