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Ha! So, last night was excellent. And my ability to drink without getting a hangover continues to impress me, so that is of the good. And you know what's also excellent? Blowing off college to go into town and shop. Hellooo, new clothes. And strings for my guitar which arrived this morning! *squee* It is beautiful and called Rod. It has just occured to me that my subconscious has named it thus, probably because its black. Black Rod. Yes, I am apparantly a complete politics geek. But who cares? I own a vintage guitar and that, my friends, is the fulfilment of a loooong ambition.

Now I just need to learn how to play properly.

I should also mention (as I am British and therefore automatically self-deprecating and whatnot) that...what is up with this whole Russian spy thing? The first I heard of it was when I saw the headlines that he had died this morning. Its quite something when you walk into work and your mate, who is not very politically minded, says, 'That Russian spy's died!' in horrified tones. My eloquent response was a blank stare and then, 'Oh yeah! I saw the headline.

....is he Russian? Or British and spying for the Russians? Or spying for us?'

Needles to say, I got a blank stare in reply. Obviously I need to watch the news more. But it's only on when I'm at work or college, so hmmm. Must make effort. And will do so, after I've re-strung my guitar, had shower, eaten something and watched the rest of DVD on Back in Black. Priorities, people!