to better counteract this charm attack

Antonio and I made sushi a few nights ago. I know sushi-making is one of those skills that is revered as a kind of art form within the Japanese culture, and needless to say we struggled valiantly. We managed to make what can only be described as abortion sushi; we're talkin' sushi rolls that, when sliced, were roughly three inches in diameter with a smallish off-center pupil of fish. Christ- this fish to rice ratio that was laughable! Tasty, but laughable.
I have also now been introduced to such remarkable British TV shows such as Extras, Spaced, and Peepshow.

I've had the urge all morning to pick a random double-decker, get on it and go. See what happens. See where I end up. I mean, they can't get that far out of central London, can they? Heh, maybe I'll just go to the Tate Britain. When I was last there they had both the Blake and the Turner collections. Now the Black collection is back but they've combined it with a Fuseli collection and called called it Gothic Nightmares: the Romantic Imagination. I love it. It's the kind of thing that I'm almost afraid to form either opinions or expectations about before seeing it. Before my first encounter with the Blake drawing I had only read pieces from his Songs of Innocence, so imagine how surprised I was to see the darkly grotesque monsters he'd sketched. Anyhow, that's a possibility for today...or tomorrow...

Must run up to the International Student Office for a brief meeting with Joe Lewis, then back to the flat for some rearranging, and then most likely down to Canary Wharf with a new Book, Rachel Cusk's "The Country Life" which Mum sent about a week ago.

Ohh...so much to do.