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Saturday, December 29, 2001


Susan just informed me that she won't play weblog with me any more. I say she stinks.

(Do you see what I'm doing? I'm trying to bait her into replying. Do you think it will work?)

Susan has a flash of inspiration. "Let's do a weblog!" she screams down the phone. "Like that bloke does! Then we can just write up all the stuff that seems funny to us at the time but that we never remember to put in the editorial!"

Because, outside of the one weekend when we lock ourselves into our respective bedrooms in our respective countries, and don't leave our respective rooms until the cursed thing is on line again, we tend to spend a lot of time yelling good ideas for the website at each other, that always seem like fun at the time, but in retrospect are damned stupid ideas.

Welcome to one of them.

We thought it would be hilarious to do a weblog, since we lead such varied and interesting lives, and inspired by the example of James Bachman Susan set up this account months ago, which we have since steadfastly ignored, stopping occasionally to compose entries that were subsequently lost when my flatmate turned his computer off and therefore broke my internet connection.

But, it being one o'clock in the morning, me being in Dublin for Christmas, and there being nothing on any of the 67 channels we now seem to have on the telly, I've decided to resurrect this very stupid idea for my own amusement. I'm now off to try and change the settings. I don't know how to do that. Wish me luck.

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