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Friday 16th July 2004
20:39 . . . so here we are at, erm . . . Dimitri's? Was it? Somewhere like that. It's Walter's birthday. Walter's second from the left here. The guy on the left of the picture is Nick, I believe. Sorry if you're reading this thinking, "That's not his name, damnit," or maybe even, "Nick? NICK?! I'm not Nick, damnit," although that's less likely. But, erm . . . the other guy, holding the menu, that's Steve.
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a couple of minutes later . . . I read in The Guardian recently of how the building supporting Big Ben is slightly tilted (one in 250), on account of the foundations, a 15m squared lump of concrete, resting on 'soft estuarine sediments and riverine gravels'. This means the tower is leaning slightly to the north-west. I had no idea. From left to right here, we have Andy, Rav and Jasmine (Rav's sister).
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and, er . . . far more scary, if it's possible, is the apparent intervention of the United States government in the, er, world of science. This is from the same newspaper, the same source, it's even on the same page, damnit. But, hey, it's interesting. Pay attention. The Bush administration has now decreed that prior to any of the WHO's (World Health Organisation) US government funded researchers speaking at conferences, they must first be 'cleared' with the health and human sciences department. Apparently, this has meant that authors of papers on AIDS are no longer permitted in a conference environment. How crazy is that? The guy who decides who can and who cannot speak is someone called William Steiger. George Bush Snr is his godfather. The girl in the picture, she's Catherine. Catherine is going out with Nick.
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I couldn't decide which picture I preferred here, so here's all three. The girl there is someone called Catherine (yes, two Catherine's), one of Walter's many friends. We met her here at Dimitri's.
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22:04, 22:07, 22:08. So, erm . . . yeah. The middle picture might look familiar here.
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and that's about it . . . there were more pictures, but they were awful. You know - too dark, too blurry, too dull, or a combination thereof. After the meal, Walter and his friends went to a nightclub, I believe . . . I know not which. Rav, Jasmine and I went to meet M**** and a couple of her workfriends 
(Sarah and Jenny?!) at the Packhorse. I didn't like it there too much - largely because they wouldn't sell me a drink a couple of minutes after eleven o'clock and when they wanted to get rid of us all, they turned most of the lights off, making it very difficult to ensure that we had all of our belongings with us when we left. It was like the bar staff didn't really want to be working there . . . they weren't enjoying the experience. Sarah and Jenny went home after the Packhorse, and the four remaining went to, erm, well, it used to be called Tequila Tequila, but it's name has changed to something like 'Santiago' or something to that effect. I had a gorgeous whisky at this place, but I've no idea what it was . . .
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