Even though I haven't made an entry in two days, I do actually have a list of things that have happened/I've been up to.

The day before last the parents came up, bringing with them George. George isn't a real person (no my parents aren't that crazy - you'll understand in a second) George is a vacuum cleaner. Also we didn't name him George, that's his real name - the company who made him printed it on him (similar to Henry the Hoover, but green). Since we moved in we haven't had the service of a vacuum cleaner as the one under the stairs has been well and truly wrecked by prior occupants of the house.

So on Tuesday, I reintroduced Swan to Mother and Father, who then acquainted him with George and we left for Nottingham. Poor Swan - I don't even know if he knew what to do with it.

In Notts we went shopping for hoodies briefly (I've been getting cold) then went on into the town itself for some food. Unfortunately this is the night the heavens opened and we stood outside the Pizza Hut (closed for refurbishment) for 15 mins until it died down enough to dash across the square and into Wetherspoons. One steak and an Irish coffee later and I was good. The Parents got to check out the photos from Ireland and Crete (from last year) before we headed home. They also supplied me with the latest copy of The Foleyan, my old school magazine.

Later on I was happily working a when when I got a phonecall from the rest of my house who were in town. I hadn't planned on going out, but as it was both Dave's and Waddle's birthday I quickly changed my plan. We started out in Lloyd's then onto Wild (ex-Pulse). I'd not been since it's been refitted, and I was pleasantly surprised. Much nicer than with the sticky, smelly floors and walls, but I couldn't understand why there was always a queue for the gents. Odd. Also I was a little surprised at the DJ's inability to say anything other than "Throw your arms 'round your mates". That's all very well, but after the seventh time in six tracks, you start running out of arms, let alone mates.

Next morning was pretty hard. I think I started to sober up during Enterprise & Innovation which started at 9am. The point of realisation came when I started to feel the only reason I was still upright was due to the funny caffeine cloud I was floating on.

Yesterday I got my mark back for my initial Major Project proposal. 68. Well chuffed. It could have gone either way, and Si scared the crap out of me when he said what happens if you turn up and it just says 20 on it. I think I'd forgotten how much effort I'd put into the text, and so was presently surprised.

Tonight and two past nights this week I've been going halves with Sean on food. Anyone would have thought we had an unhealthy obsession with chicken dishes; Masala, Thai Stir Fry and now Korma. All good though.

I'm also well impressed with myself for another reason (not just being a cooking fiend). I've successfully knocked the web design assignment on the head, and made good inways into the Flash assignment too. It would be incredibly sceptical to say that was because I'm a web designer, but to be fair, it's true.

One final thing, if you haven't seen the highly impressive Sony Bravia advert yet, watch it and the making-of here. Note that they actually did that with the bouncy balls - it's not CG.