I'm sitting in Matt and Andrew's place waiting for the washing machine to stop washing. The washing machine has been going for hours. I think Matt likes things to be clean so chances are his washing machine has adopted some of his personality. Perhaps they're close.

So while I wait for my clothes to finally be relased from the fastidious contraption I've broken into their internet. I couldn't stand anymore bad digital television. When that's all down though, I'm off to London Town to buy a tent. Can't do that at home can I? Well I can buy a tent, I just can't buy one in London.