Tuesday 18 September 2007: Peeping Tom
1. Went swimming at lunchtime (which, along with eating only fresh air, is part of my latest beer-recovery regime). While getting changed, I noticed that someone had (quite deliberately) carved a hole in the wall through to the next getting-changed-cubicle. Decided it would make a great blip (yeah, I know - hindsight's a wonderful thing), took my mobile phone out, carefully switched off the shutter sound (which, apparently, they're making un-switchoffable by law in some countries), pointed it at the hole and pushed the button. It was only then that I remembered it fires out an incredibly bright orange focussing light which lit up the (luckily vacant) next-cubicle like a disco. Oh shit.
2. Picked up a string of very nasty letters from the Gas Board at the other flat, threatening to break down my door with police assistance (seriously), because I hadn't paid a ridiculously high bill for a stupid amount of gas they'd incorrectly estimated I'd used, even though I've told them repeatedly that we don't live there and therefore use no gas. And they'd charged me £14 for the red ink. Called once, went mental, they refused to refund the charge. Called again, went less mental, they refunded the money.
3. Finally figured out what the hell Facebook is all about. I think. (If anyone would like a poke, just let me know.)