James came around today. We have been trying to sort out all this travel malarkey for this summer, which has so far been very slow starting. This is our third major expedition now and we seem to get more blaze about the whole thing every year. I'm sure it'll all get sorted (it always does) but it would be great just to have it done and dusted already. Looks like James is now going to have to sort it out when he gets down to Bath. The guys at STA must be getting sick of the sight of him.

James and I tried to outline an itinerary, but ended up watching the Grand National and Tony McCoy's unfortunate departure from the race. It was also unfortunate for James who had put money on him. If only I'd know third place would go to a horse at 66/1, but unfortunately I've never picked a horse that's ever paid out on the National so I've given up.

Tonight I have persuaded the folks to take us all out for a curry and film which should be good as currently the site of the inside of my room is driving me insane. Due to the wonders of technology I managed to watch most of that mundane coverage of the royal wedding this morning. Despite my dislike of Piers Morgan, I thought his presence was quite good in the BBC studio. I particularly liked his remark about the whole of the congregation of St. George's chapel making the prayer of penitence which was along the lines of ...If there ever was a crowd that needed penitence it was this one.

I can't see what all the fuss is about the wedding - for me it's just two people in love, getting married. Fair enough protest before, but I thought it was out of order for the people who turned up on the day itself and made a nuisance of themselves. Maybe they can't be the fairytale dream couple that Di & Charles were meant to live up to, but really, give them a break on whats meant to be a their happy and special day. The best of luck to them - I can't ever believe Camilla is the villainous woman that some of the press make her out to be. Also good on Steven Fry for the top hat. This is the sort of British quirkiness we don't see enough of and expect at royal weddings (or blessings). Top hats for everyone.

Tomorrow I'm off to Donnington raceway. Its actually a matter of minutes from uni, but I can't return to halls until next Sunday so it'll just be up and back for the day. It's the second of two days of BTCC racing, which will be my first visit to a motorsport event (despite an interest I've held for years), so I'm looking forward to it.

After that I really am going to have to start on the work.

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