I have just come home for the day. I went to the first lecture at Birkbeck this evening. It was a lecture on stats. How was it? You ask.

I was falling asleep... stats, quanitative measures, gathering data about the color of cars from a certain 26% populous of the employees for a cluster of 1,600 companies, 40% of which should have employed men between the ages of 18-26 who don't wear pants on a sunday morning whilst reading the sunday sport!

The ceiling collapsed in Phil's room. Russian builders, amusing ones are in t fix it. It has been a week since the pandeminonium began, the flat resembling downtown Fellujia.

The property agent is being arsy adn won't budge on working the inconvenience out of the rent. Phil has had to move all his clobber out of his room and it is now evenly distributed everywhere else. He has the flu and is having to squat at friends' flats to attempt a recovery. I will rant later, right now I need to forrage for food. I have taken some pictures of the flat which I'll post when I fly off into a rage.