May 3rd 2004
On Saturday, I achieved something that I've never done before. Admittedly, not something from the top of the list, but still a novel experience. I left a football match before the end: it was Worcester City vs Cambridge City (still fans insisted on chanting 'Come on City') and when Cambridge's second goal went in with only minutes left, to put them 2-0 up, we decided to call it a day. After all, it had been raining the entire match, so we weren't too pleased (but we were hardcore, refusing to go under the shelter... we even managed to persuade ourselves that it was hardcore to leave early: the softer fans stayed to the end, as tradition imposes). You'll all be excited to read that last week's poll (animals fighting) broke Crazy Diary Poll Man records, with more votes than any poll so far. Despite a late surge by the penguin, the polar bear won it. My vote remains the only one for the panda. And, accordingly to somebody who is obviously a comic genius, 'doug loves gays'. I'm sorry, but I cannot compete with such originality and lexicology. Okay, I'm not sure what that last word means... I just hope you don't either.
Since writing the above, I've been to Stratford with Powly. I'll try and sum up the day without any of those annoying connecting words you see in so many sentences these days: Twelve, two majors, almost killed, raining, Day Tripper then Drive My Car, left or right, straight on, way I came, Comberton Conderton, Iggy Pop, cinemas, Sam, parking, leisure centre, tourists, TIC, the plan, bank, queue (no), thirty (no), food, wetherspoons, eight quid, pizza hut, table for two, no mushrooms, large chicken, thin, Italian?, tip, shaving, no tip, plan, HMV, Paul McCartney, Kill Bill, futurama, no series three, Stratford, Mr. Men, bought, tickle, Warwick Castle, canal, river, bridge, butterfly farm, mini golf, not crazy, bandstand, football, mini cricket, water, cream tea, cream tea, cream tea, Hatherways (boo), Starbucks, ice-cream headache, tall means small, sweet shop, thirteen pounds, Blackadder, Woolworths, wow, eyes on the road, metro, sugar, lemon/strawberry, Boobah, Anne Hathaway's Cottage, Evesham, nothing to do, Jim Carrey, Rachel Edwards, Eckington, right, scared of scarecrows, homework (no), cake (no), I love you man. Well, I hope that pretty much encapsulates everything. Except the boozer... and it's not all in order. Ah well. Goodnight.
May 4th 2004
Re last week's poll... it's come to my attention that (unsurprisingly) there was multiple voting. But not for the animal that actually won. Interestingly enough, both Ben and Pete claim that penguin was their choice for favourite animal... although this could simply be because they want to distance themselves from the panda, which came a dsitinct last in the poll. Doug also would like it made known that he doesn't love gays. Well, not all of them.
May 5th 2004
I've really let my imagination run wild today... please note my first ever usage of breaks... this is an imagined MSN conversation:
Person1 im bored
Person2 yeh me 2
Person1 hav u seen colins blog 2day
Person2 mebbe... wotz it about
Person1 cant remeber... i did read it
Person2 sumthing bout a book or sumthin... ill look
Person1 has ben upd8d his
Person2 rofl... u must b kiddin
Person1 yeh its sum crap about this book hes reading
Person1 hav u seen the poll
Person2 i voted winnebago
Person1 i voted julius ceaser
Person1 just voted again
Person1 and again
Person2 i no... rite that doug loves men
Person1 i wrote that doug loves pigeons
Person2 lol i wrote that doug loves his mom
Person1 lol i wrote that doug loves pigons
Person1 im bored
Person1 you reckon bens updatd his blog yet
...and so it goes on. Speaking of which, I am pretty bored. And, to be fair, Ben has updated his site.
May 6th 2004
There are thirteen separate entries for Crazy Updates Man today. Which explains why I'm not going to write much of a diary entry.
May 7th 2004
In the past, I have bemoaned the fact that other web-loggers speak in extensive technical jargon about computers, whereas the words 'I need a new modem' have never crossed my lips (or my keyboard). However, as of yesterday I have attained their majestic heights, by buying a new laptop. I could copy and paste lots of the specification, but I won't (so I guess that I'm not as majestic as I previously believed) but I will put a picture of it here. I will also write that I also bought a new mouse and a weird thing that looks like a pen, acts like 81 floppy discs, and walks like an Egyptian. Again, I feel that a more technologically minded person would have made more of that. In other news, I'd like to nail my colours to the mast as a fervent anti-monarchist. I've been thinking of writing about this for a while, and now doesn't seem a particularly apt time, but what are you gonna do? The monarch has, in theory, absolute power over this nation: to afford somebody that power based on the family they were born into is completely ridiculous... of course, we all know that the Queen in actual fact exerts pretty much no power whatsoever. Apart from choosing what to watch of an evening (The Bill, apparently) she doesn't have a say in anything: where she goes, what she wears, how bored to look - it's all decided for her. So this makes a mockery of the monarchy, and renders it absolutely useless (except for tourists to point at in the distance). Even the Queen's Speech is written by someone else, and she has very little say in the Honours List (which claims to be made by her). The monarchy is wrapped up in lies like these, and there is no logical reason for keeping it (at this point people usually spout some garbage about her being an Ambassador for the country. So give her some Ferrero Roche, don't give her millions of pounds to spend on gold carriages and getting her various offspring divorced). People may not like Tony Blair, but at least he's elected by the people: think about it. If government worked in the same way as the monarchy, Ewan Blair would be our next Prime Minister. I leave you with that thought.
May 10th 2004
When I first started Crazy Diary Poll Man (y'know, that thing you vote for - or write 'doug loves' next too, if you're very sad) I made the vote about something I'd been writing that week. After about two weeks, I gave up doing that, and just made the vote about whatever came into my head (hence this week's poll about the Famous Five... in the words of Phoebe, I don't know why). And last week's poll was positively post-modern (I think... Simon will have to let me know). I'm surprised that so many people claimed to vote the one that annoys me the most: in fact, I believe that people largely voted for that one because they thought it was the funniest, explaining why 0% of people claimed to vote for the one they thought was the funniest... are you with me so far? And then there were the couple of people who voted that they never vote, a paradox so crazy that my head is hurting. And if my laptop hasn't arrived tonight, I will not be a happy boy.
May 11th 2004
Although it will lessen my hitherto excellent chance of being cast as the lead in the forthcoming film adaptation of 'The Hobbit', I'm going to get my hair cut. Soon. Probably. In other news, I got my laptop last night, and I'm very happy with it: I spent most of last night uploading 161 Beatles tracks. Which was nice. Still trying to get used the whole Windows XP thing, but watching DVDs on the computer was great, as was capturing screenshots. Unfortunately I don't have any Friends DVDs, so I can't capture shots from everyone's favourite sitcom, but I did get The Whole Nine Yards on DVD today, so I'll be experimenting with that. Yes, I've already got it on video, but I needed to spend £0.01 more on amazon to get free delivery, so I'd have been stupid not to... Neighbours is hard at the moment. That's because the stuff we're seeing is the stuff that was filmed when Carla Bonner was over here doing Panto, so Steph's not there. I miss her. But the book I'm reading at the moment, A Town Like Alice, helps me get through the day, since it has Aussie slang in it. For the uninitiated, Aussie slang involves taking an unusual word (eg renovation) and shortening it (renno). The important thing to remember is that you have to say the word as if abbreviating it is the most sensible thing in the world to do, even when it's completely ridick.
What a fickle friend eBay is. Today I got outbid on a Beatles album I really want. But I did garner my first star: a yellow one. Since writing the above, I've realised that 'ridick' not only sounded rubbish, but was a terrible joke. Sorry.
May 13th 2004
There have been occasions before today that I have removed diary entries from the archive, usually because I feel it would be more tactful to remove them. Today, however, I just didn't bother putting yesterday's entry into the archive. Yes, I broke the rules. Because it's my diary, and I can do what I like. Somebody stop me before I do something dangerous. In other news... actually, this really is going to be news. I try to steer clear of world events and the like, but I'm going to break a habit here by talking about the war in Iraq. I know that this page is more suited to... other things... but I'm going to take this up a level. Don't worry, it'll be inane again by tomorrow. It's been clear for some time that the USA is the most dangerous nation in the world, since they are the only superpower, refuse to submit to any kind of international law, and - most scarily - believe themselves to be right, whatever the question, whoever's opposing them. Because we're on their side of the fence, we also believe without question that they're right, and we're not scared, because we're not under threat, but the potential of the US is terrifying. I personally believe that removing Hussein from power was a fundamentally good action (hey, even the England cricket team did it), yet it sets a very dangerous precedent. Something which is true however you spell it. But it seems more and more likely, due to recent events, that the USA is the most evil nation in the world as well. Of course, it's very difficult to categorise a nation as evil - absurd, in fact - yet the so-called 'Axis of Evil' is doing pretty much that. There can be no excuse for the horrendous acts of the American soldiers, or indeed for Gunatanemo Bay, or the fact that the US wantonly owns WMDs. This last point is worth examining: nobody denies that they have them, since it's common knowledge. Nobody denies that it is illegal for them to have them. Yet nobody cares - because we're on the same side of the fence. The arguments I have heard run along the lines of; the UN isn't strong enough to prevent the USA from having WMDs. Morally, I can think of stronger reasoning. It is so hypocritical that it is unbelievable, that George Bush should make a big fuss about Iraq having WMDs, yet not see it as wrong that he has them. Let's leave aside for the moment the fact that Iraq clearly never had any WMDs; even if they did, what would they do with them? Depose another's country's leader, invade, and torture the citizens of that nation, imposing a cruel and inefficient military presence? It's a good job that the USA - a 'good' nation - would use their WMDs more responsibly. Once you get use to the idea that the USA might be representative of evil - perhaps even be the Beast in Revelation - the world is a very terrifying place. Fortunately, it is also coming to an end pretty soon. The Bible says (basically) that the end of the world will come after lots of wars and lots of false Messiahs. Well, we've had lots of wars, and we've had a few false Messiahs. Be prepared.
May 14th 2004
Since I know you all like to hear about the book I'm reading, I'll... let you know about the book I'm reading. Well, to be more accurate - and never let it be said that I lie to you - the book I've read. A Town Like Alice, by Nevil Shute: it's not a bad book at all, although I'm surprised it made it into the Big Read top hundred, since it's not that incredible. The book is crazily racist, with phrases like 'ten men, not including boongs' littering the pages without any racist intent: I guess that's just the way it was in Australia in 1950. There's also a bit of feminism going on, but I'm not sure about that: the lead character, Jean, sets about changing a town to make it more what a young working girl would want it to be like (making it into a town like Alice Springs). The book doesn't particularly stand out, but there's certainly nothing offensive about it. In other news, I bought a HIGNFY video on eBay the other day, bringing my collection up to four (one of which the back of my head is on, although only just). This was called 'Unbroadcastable,' meaning that they didn't censor certain words that rhyme with muck (muck being the word employed in ATLA instead of... well, you get the picture), but not being particularly offensive (it was only a 15). The funniest part was the bit at the beginning where they spoofed the idea that HIGNFY is scripted: there was a meeting where lines were rehearsed (Angus and Ian were in... er... vibrant shirts, and Paul was in a suit. It's irony), and Ian said something along the lines of 'when Angus asks me that question, perhaps he should turn towards me a bit', to which Angus replied 'well, I don't tell you how to do your lines' etc. I realise that that was about as coherent as... well... and I apologise. You'll just have to take my word for it that the video was very funny. Except Brett won't have to take my word for it, because I'm probably going to lend him the video. A useful piece of information if you ever are a loss for what to say when talking to Brett.
May 17th 2004
Yesterday was good... went to see Rich Hall (a man, not a location). But I'm going to leave it to Doug and Ben to write about that. I'll just say it was very funny... although that may be treading on the toes of what they're going to write... instead, I'm going to write about what happened to me on Saturday. Saturday was a catastrophic day in many small ways: the basic idea was that Simon and I were going to see Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind in Worcester, but small things were added on: paying in a cheque for Dad, getting a book from SPCK for Dad, and buying a magazine for Mum. We also planned to look for rewritable CDs and the White Album. Okay... we got the bus in, which was good until the point where we had to get off and walk the last half-mile, since a kid had been hit by a car and we couldn't get past (come to think of it, his day was a lot worse than mine...). When we got to Vue, we discovered that the first showing was 6.40, about three hours later than we wanted, despite what Simon claimed he'd seen on teletext (although in perfect agreement with what I found on the net). So we went along to Odeon, where they wouldn't accept Connexions Cards as Student cards, so we had to pay full price (rather more than at Vue). Ah well. We had about twenty minutes to do everything we came into town to do... I tried to pay in Dad's cheque, only to find that NatWest closed at 1pm (he later told me I could have just put it through something in the wall... I'm not sure he's right), then I tried to get Mum's magazine, only to discover that the May issue was no longer in the shops (which is perfectly reasonable, on May 16th), so I couldn't get that. Then in SPCK the book that Dad gave me a tenner to buy, saying it would be £8 or £9, cost 'the special price' of £11.50. Then I went to look for the White Album, and it wasn't there. Unsurprisingly. I made it to the cinema at about 3.25 (for a 3.30 performance) and rushed into screen six. For some reason Odeon saw fit to assign seats, so when I got in, of the seven people there, one of them was in my seat. Realising that there wouldn't be many people there, I didn't ask him to move: I just sat in the seat directly in front of him. Simon got in about 3.40, having been waiting outside for about 15 mins, thinking we were meeting there. Not long after that, the curtains opened, and by 4.00 the film had actually started. And so to the film itself. For me, it was disappointing: certainly a million miles off the Truman Show. The basic premise was okay, but there wasn't enough content: the ideas weren't developed, and much of what happened was either unexplained, or illogical. Ah well. It wasn't that it was bad, it's just that I was expecting better. So we left the cinema about two minutes to late to catch the bus, so we had to wait for another hour. Worcester dies around 6pm. As we wondered round, looking for something to do, we noticed a girl with purple hair shouting after a man something along the lines of 'shake that arse'... well, she's welcome to say what she wants, I guess... as we walked past, she bemoaned the fact that there were 'no fit men in Worcester' and (perhaps to prove her point) fell into conversation with me. After initial pleasanteries, she asked me what I'd been doing today. Unwilling to tell the truth, I scanned the horizon for something funny to say... there was nothing, so I pointed at a tower and said 'I've been looking at that tower.' 'What, all day?' Here I stumbled in my answer and, perhaps coming to the realisation that I wasn't the witty conversationalist I had at first appeared, she punched me lightly on the arm and told me she'd see me later. I can but hope. We arrived home without further mishap, only to discover that Wolves had lost their final game of the Premiership season. That's about it for this entry, except to say hi to Bradley's Friends-liking Georgia-inhabiting AOL-messenging friend. Although I suspect she's in reality a 72 year-old man who lives twenty yards away from Bradley and is staring at him through a telescope. I'd also like to say hi to James Scott, because he asked me to.
My word, you people are pathetic. Not only must you make multiple votes on subjects you later claim don't matter to you, but you think that your comments are hilariously funny. Doug loving various household items has been replaced with the word BEEE and the occasional reference to 'piss flaps' (capital letters at your discretion). If you're going to make a comment, either make it serious, or make it funny. Don't write garbage.
May 19th 2004
I heard on the radio the other day that the most expensive omlette in the world went on sale at £675 (or thereabouts). They then said that none had been sold. I'm sorry, but that's a record I can quite easily beat by making any old omlette, and charging £3000 for it. Okay, no-one's going to buy it, but it would make my omlette the most expensive in the world. Just a thought. I'd also like to take the time to say what a great guy Robbie Keane is: an ex-Wolves player, he scored 4 goals against us this year, including a hat-trick, but didn't do his trademark cartwheel celebration, out of respect for the team that he still loves. What a great guy he is. In other news, for those of you not in the know, the picture that should have appeared is an homage to dyefade.net. I apologise to those of you who read this in the archive, and click on the link, only to find no picture resembling the one above in any way. That just means Ben's been updating his site again. In Friends news, I ordered my first Friends DVD today: episodes 1-8 of Series 2, which includes the Crazy Snake Man speech, so I'll be able to get some screenshots on my Friends site. Yay!
May 21st 2004
Someone in my chemistry class told me confidently the other day that I'd get a Speech Day award for most improved in chemistry. I had to put him straight: I don't get awards from this school. The powers that be cross me off any list within seconds. I'm not saying that I deserve lots of awards, or even much recognition, but when Simon has 5, it gets a bit annoying. In year 9, I didn't get a merit award thing. Fair enough. In year 10, ditto - but in year 11, when teachers were scraping the barrel for people who still went to the school and who weren't in prison, I still didn't get one. Actually, year 11 was a tricky year for them, since they had to give a maths award to someone from my year, and they've have had a hard job not giving it to me, since I was top at maths, and Miss Merrill had put my name forward. Reluctantly, they gave me the Gordon Grove prize for best year 11 mathematics qualifying exam (or something like that), and even then the prize money was less than what Simon got in either of his two awards that year. Then came year 12, and I was completely unsurprised when I didn't get a merit award (in fact, due to the fact that only a few were awarded, I'm okay with that), but this year is again difficult, since they have to give out another maths prize to an upper-sixthformer (actually, they give out at least two) and not giving me one would take some explaining, when I make up half of the Further Maths class. So they gave me one, consoling themselves with the fact that they'd be able to give Simon one as well, since he makes up the other half of our Further Maths class. So there it is: my tale of bitterness and woe against PHHS (not BHMS: boy did they know how to give out prizes. The Whittaker-Ladkin Maths Award Trophy for High Standards in years 7 and 8, and they made me Head Boy. I think I must be one of the first Head Boys of BHMS not to go on to be a Senior Prefect at PHHS... although I will admit that that is 100% my fault. When people hear that I didn't win various prizes, they come up with reasons why: the popular one is that I don't smile enough. I think it's probably because I wasn't good enough... or because I write rubbish like this. In other news, the Friends Marathon is in development, to begin on July 4th (James and I - and maybe Simon - are planning to watch every episode of Friends in a six day extravanganza of approximately 18 hours of TV a day). The only problem is, we don't have Series 10, so if anyone wants to help us out...
The closest thing this page has to a catchphrase is 'in other news'... today I noticed someone's blog has 'in over news' written in it. Either this is clever and I don't understand it, or it is an error in attempting to use my phrase. I'm not going to say whose blog it is, because last time this was a perfect excuse for insults to be flung my way. I've also noticed that people are starting to say 'bully for you' around here, which I would also like to lay claim to.
May 24th 2004
Latest poll's up. Might write more later.
You might notice that I've got rid of the comment bit of Crazy Diary Poll Man. It's because the combined wit of all the comment-makers is not enough to make a hyena laugh, and no-one's ever really written anything worth reading: certainly not enough to make up for all the garbage that people write and I have to delete. In other news, last weekend kind of copied the weekend before it, in that Saturday stank but Sunday was good: on Saturday, we went to Hay-on-Wye, a town that consists almost entirely of second-hand bookshops. I did find one book I wanted, but it was £7.50, so I didn't get it. In fact, I spent a total of 60p the entire time I was there. The day had already kicked off with my DVD not arriving (in fact, it didn't even come today, despite the promise that it would be sent First Class on Wednesday). On Sunday, apart from homework, which never manages to excite me, I went to an Eagles tribute concert by some people called Talon, and they were pretty good: they all seemed like nice people, too. My Eagles knowledge is extremely limited, but I think I'll probably get a Greatest Hits CD soon. One thing I would like to commend Channel 4 on is their superb 'ENDS FRI' advert-thing: one thing I would not like to commend the on is what really ruined my Saturday, the cancellation (with no reason given) of How Friends Changed The World, which I'd been looking forward to for ages. they showed a Jennifer Aniston film instead, which was rubbish. Well, I suppose I better go to chemistry. In case anyone was wondering, this week's poll is about school because it's our last week at school. Ever. Sob.
May 25th 2004
Eight lessons over the last two days have meant I've been able to do very little of what school is really all about: sitting around talking to friends. Due to the fact that my maths class is just me and Simon, and my general distaste for anyone who wants to take english as an A-Level subject, the amount of friends I get to see in lesson-time is small, so it's frees that count. Speaking of english, I had my last ever 'real' english lesson today (tomorrow we're having a party. Sort of). Mrs. Hearle thought she'd sign off with a timed essay, but unfortunately told us beforehand, so only about six people turned up (including, amazingly, Bucky - he insisted that he had remembered that there was an essay, but nobody really believes him). I managed to make two Beatles references in an essay that, I think it's fair to say, I didn't make 100% effort in. School ending this Friday is pretty damn scary. Just thought I'd slip that in... but I'll still be able to see a few people at exams and out of school, including at the Friends Marathon, the details of which are being arranged. Nobody yet has seen fit to sponsor us... but I haven't really asked that hard... speaking of Friends, my DVD still hasn't come, and there's been no reply to my e-mails. I am very much not happy. On a completely different subject, people keep asking me whether I'll be keeping this diary running when I go to Uni... I'm not sure, is the answer. I've got crazysnakeman.co.uk until June 05, so people will still be able to get to that site, but most aren't particularly interested in Chandler and Friends. Obviously I'll be limited as to how much updating I can do with the site once Friends ends: there are a couple of things I'm currently working on, but that might be it as far as new stuff goes. This diary will be a good way for people to keep up to date with what I'm doing (as if they cared) when I'm at Uni, especially those I might not see again (I was thinking... there's a girl in my form whose been in my form every year since Year 6, and I've hardly spoken ten words to her in that time. And now she won't be in my form. I'm not saying I'm going to miss her, but it's just weird...). So in summary, I won't be updating as often as I do now, but I'll probably add stuff every now and then. I'm sure that's a great comfort to you. Well, if you read all of today's rambling, rather pointless entry, you must have little else to do with your time. Check out Crazy Marathon Man, coming soon to Crazy Snake Man.
May 26th 2004
Obviously people don't like voting if there's nowhere to comment. Not many votes yet this week... on a brighter note, I just had my last ever english lesson! Yes! You beauty! The people whom I tried to buy a DVD from still haven't sent it, and haven't replied to any of my e-mails. When I went to their site, it was categorised as sex. Hmmm... Whilst I'm here, did anyone see Neighbours the other day when Lou fell down a slope? It was abso-blooming-lutely hilarious, one of my all-time favourite Neighbours moments. As he fell, they cut to a stunt double, who was about twice as thin and had twice as much hair as Lou. I have never seen anything worse... or, in a strange sense, better.
May 27th 2004
For those of you following the saga, my last e-mail to the DVD people said that if I didn't receive it by Saturday, I'd be demanding a full refund. The next day (yesterday... keep up) I still hadn't had an e-mail from them, but I'd had a refund. So I guess that was all right... I then ordered the same DVD from amazon for 5p more, but hopefully this time it'll actually arrive. Speaking of DVDs, LotR3 has been out for two days now, and I still haven't watched it... how have I coped? Actually, it may have arrived today (seeing it cheaper in Tesco yesterday wasn't the happiest thing that's ever happened to me). You may be wondering why I'm spending my penultimate day in school stuck in the library (well, you weren't to know... we'll gloss over that), and, to be honest, so am I. Everyone I was talking to suddenly had a lesson, and I didn't, so I went to some other people, and they all had a lesson. Either that or they saw me coming and decided to walk off... which is possible. I usually spend these kind of frees with James, but he hasn't bothered to turn up to school today. Nice. It's really weird that tomorrow is my last ever day of school - I've only got two lessons left. Ever - but thinking about it, 'school' as such is barely a single continuation. Although I've been in education for 14 years, I can hardly count today as a continuation of Year 1 in St. Helens, or Year 3 in Eckington, or Year 6 in BHMS, or even Year 9 in PHHS. I've changed so much over those years, my group of friends has changed innumerable times: the people I hang out with now aren't even the people I hung out with a year ago, the teachers I have now have been teaching me for a couple of years. It may be the end of an era, but it's the end of a short era: if my best friends hadn't insisted on moving schools all the time (Philip Warton - OK, it was me that moved schools that time - Tom Palmer, Joe Mirczuk) then this might be harder. As it is, I'm not sure which things I'll miss and which I won't: for example, I thought I'd miss having lessons with Mr. Tennant, since this is my first year at the school that he hasn't taught me... but I don't, really. I do, however, miss orchestra (at least, a certain period during orchestra when I played the flute alongside Rachel Edwards and Ruth Nosworthy... good times), which I never thought would happen. So there might be some people whom I don't see much of who will be a real gap in my life, whereas others won't be. We'll see. On a similar subject, a couple of months ago I thought of three people whom I liked, but didn't see enough of. Since then, I've seen a lot more of one of them, a lot less of another, and about the same of the third, which doesn't wholly represent success. My reasons for writing that aren't fully obvious to me... maybe it's to let you guess who the three people are. Answers on the back of a ten pound note, please. Hey! It's Stephen Lovatt's birthday today. So happy birthday, Stephen. In other news, I don't know if Brett reads this (actually, I'm reasonably certain he doesn't) but if you do Brett, I'd like to remind you to bring in a CD and a couple of videos for me tomorrow... thanks! Whilst I'm writing about CDs, let me recommend PrismDirect, who sent me the White Album quickly and cheaply.