But yes . . . so we were at O'Neils (me, M****, Liz, Annie, Tom, Anna, Rich, Mouse, Simon, Dawn, Kerry (sp.?!), Gav, Dave (Penrith Dave) and a few others, who I either weren't introduced to or else their names have escaped me - sorry), and had a few drinks there and then . . . well, no-one really seemed to know what to do after leaving at about half past midnight. Some people muttered about Walkabout (seemed appropriate) and some people muttered about the Wardrobe. Getting bored of writing this stuff. Can I go now? I think you just make a conscious effort to stop typing. Oh yes.

Sorry about that hideous picture to the left (or maybe above now, depending on your browser and the width of the window), but I thought January looked a bit dull with just text . . . Hmmmm, it's all looking unbalanced now that I've put in that picture of Colin Pillinger. Maybe if I just put a bit more text here. Yes, so anyway . . . still haven't quite got around to cleaning/repairing the mixer, poor thing. It's still waiting for me. And the roofing guy, did I mention that? You briefly mentioned going up the ladder and stuff. Oh yes. Well, he's coming round on Monday to fix the leak, so then I can move the piano back . . . and I'm still wondering how to remove all that varnish. I think it's been French polished. I guess Nitro-mors is not the way forward. And once the wood stain and varnish has gone, then what? Hmmmm? Bare wood . . . open to suggestion. The bare wood's open to suggestion. Am I still typing?

Hurray! I've got some kind of statistics page kind of up and running . . . well, it's a start . . . a few tables (and chairs) to begin with . . . maybe soon some graphs and . . . yeah, yeah, yeah. The link's on the right somewhere. If anyone recognises any of those IP addresses, maybe you could let me know and I can put in an extra column so that you're not just a number . . . or four numbers, depending on how you look at it . . . four 8-bit numbers. Yeah, yeah, yeah.