Well I've finished 'Lost', and to be honest, I'm a little disappointed. It's not that the program itself isn't great, just the ending leaves so many questions unanswered that I really don't know whether I want to watch a second series with an identical end to the whole story. Admittedly the plot thickens and it definitely doesn't lose it's appeal in the last two episodes, however I became more and more frustrated to see the scrubbing indicator on WMP get closer to the end of the scale and yet still failing to get any closer to the truth about the Island. Oh well. I'm sure it won't stop me getting addicted a second time around.

I cracked on with towers fresher shirts today and they are nearly ready. I'm a bit disappointed that I have executed the design in the same style as I did last year (wow, it's been a whole year?), but I still think it's going to be a strong enough design.

The Pedalo shirts have arrived today, and although I haven't seen them yet, word on the street say they look pretty swish, so I'm looking forward to actually getting my hands on the consignment. I've really got to get to the bank to pay these cheques in as otherwise there is going to be trouble in the overlap. I was planning on doing that this morning but I forgot, and now Liam is en-route over from Caley for a social drink down in Towers Bar, so it will have to be tomorrow.

Despite asking me to come out last night, Swan neglected to inform me that he had already started drinking, and upon receiving a phonecall at 12pm (after assuming everything had been cancelled due to lack of communication) he informed me their departure was imminent. So I missed that boat. Instead Devito came up for a bit and we got pizza. Which was nice.

On the topic of food, lunch was shocking today. I turned up at 1pm (which isn't even late as lunch goes on until 1.30pm) and the only thing (and I mean only thing) on offer was a slice of cold beef. They had run out of jacket potatoes, the person in front of me had the last pastie, there was no orange left in the squash machine, the cold beef had been the last carving from the joint a good while ago as it was stone cold and the sandwich buns had long since run out. And I pay for this? What a joke. Over the past two weeks or so, the food really has gone downhill. At least Mother is consistent in burning things.

Last year I made it a personal goal to visit the top of Towers before I left. Today I ticked it off the list.

I had to make a last minute scout around my department to find a tripod with a bubble level and eventually managed to borrow one off Russ; unfortunately I forgot to return it so I'm going to have to sort that out tomorrow. Besty met me up on my floor, and we joined the people from the Estates office and Media Services on West 21. For anyone who is interested, it's basically like another box room, empty, but with a vertical ladder almost immediately in front of the door. After climbing up here you end up in a little darkened room in the upper white roof cone, and then through a little door onto the roof. A small railing holds you back until you climb the ladder running up the side of the cone, which is caged in. The top is a flat felted roof with another railing running all around the outside edge. I noticed that after I set up the tripod that in between shots you could feel the lift motors turning beneath you; a low rumble as they moved up and down the tower.

I got 88 photos, mostly panorama compositions. I've been trying to get them to merge in Photoshop but have been encountering a few problems. I think I'll come back to it tomorrow.

I've also been cracking on with 'Lost'. Unfortunately I'm one episode short, which has halted my viewing, but I will complete the set tomorrow. That is a statement rather than a estimate, as otherwise I'm going to end up putting off doing any more work for another day.

'In Your Honour' arrived today. I've been looking forward to getting hold of a copy for days, but a visit by Richbrown and a hour long discussion on the finer points of the creative market delayed me loading it onto the World Domination Machine until after dinner.

The Swan has instructed me of his intention to go out tonight. Looks like as I have nothing better to do, I may have to join him.