After that we saw The Quiet American. That was a damn fine film. I think I would like to watch it again on DVD, maybe buy it. Good stuff.

Macca's followed, and a conversation with a homeless guy who was showing me his hip hop lyrics which were all about George Bush, Tony Blair, Saddam, drugs, alcohol and the police. We talked about hip hop and his wallet. He was a friendly chap and I made a donation, which he was asking for.

We caught the bus home (Deanna, Matt, Tim and I) and watched the appalling Whatever It Takes at Tim's house.

Now I am home.

That's the 21st for you.