I've managed to work pretty hard on the past two nights. Interestingly I've found that I am more productive when I have my Rock playlist on (Foos, Blink, Greenday, Eels, Franz, Linkin Park, Zutons, Travis, James). This productive streak has meant I'm making good progress on my user research for the two big design projects in my life (MDP1 and RSA Design Directions).

I had one 'proper' lecture today. Strictly I had two, but the second was not attended for my own sanity. I have spent this evening making preparations for my Dragon's Den encounter tomorrow. I have Ian Storer as the leading tutor and I'm hoping that I will get some positive feedback. DDS phoned me as I was cooking earlier, and aglow explained that that Paul (his tutor) had said he would invest immediately in DDS' project. High praise.

My desk and bed are a swamp of paperwork and pens of all sorts of thicknesses. This level of productivity often does mean I neglect the basic things, like giving myself enough space to move, and today is a perfect example. I am extremely pleased that I have very little in the way of pending business to be following up now as it has left my schedule clear for degree-improving techniques.

I spent last night wading through some pretty heavy literature - a 104 page document on the effects and interventions associated with a major disaster - not exactly light reading, and I don't have much to show for it, but at least it firmed up belief in my idea. I think...?

Fat Dave spoke to me today (almost too much of a coincidence) about getting French Cricket up and running - starting tomorrow. I am impressed with the level on enthusiasm on display here - I'm not so sure I expected to see any movement on that front and it timed itself beautifully as the club's obligations once again came into focus.

Swan managed to lose the key to Zoe's garage and all her housemates have been on at him to find it. In a desperate attempt to get to their bikes and laundry, they eventually decided to break the door in, meaning a new lock. Swan came home only to discover Jono had found the key on the floor of the porch. Poor Swan.