Being the summer means that I become a social predator(ish) and I've been spending the past two days contacting friends and sorting out how the next few weeks of summer will pan out. Strangely, I am pining to go back to Oz still (odd, considering normally when I leave a country I often feel like I can leave it a while before I want to go back). This year is going to be complicated and expensive I feel. I spoke to DDS and found that he is now socialising with the likes of Donald Trump, having landed some very lucrative placement in the US from January, and also finding a manufacturer for his product. Lucky sod. Immediately when he mentioned his success, my thoughts were, "When can I visit?" I think I've accidentally acquired a can-do attitude and the phrase "the world is my oyster" seems to sum up the deluded state of mind that I've dropped into. I have no idea where the money is coming from, but I am determined.

I went for a drink with Parksey last night. It's been two years since I last saw him, and we decided to meet at the usual OSH-spot (The Crispin). We were later joined by Harriet (someone else whom I haven't seen for two years) and also bumped into Steve Tong and Mike Cuthbertson. It was just like the old-skool days.

With the good weather and my refreshed drive, anything seems possible, well, everything apart from making both Multipack and Beth's 21st on Saturday. This may require some clever logistics.