Tried again yesterday to set up web page with geocities - gave up with the interminal uploading of photo, having already skipped writing the intro. Maybe I'll take a few days off and see if I can fit it in. (Am I missing something here, or is the internet a pretty shit piece of engineering, like the first bicycles - boneshakers - with solid wheels? And what's with the screen freezing? Is there a geek in the house?)

Carried on my discussion (in my head) of the meaning of pulchritude with teachers at college tonight, and common wisdom seems to be that there is actually no difference between the field of meaning of it and the word beauty. What a piss poor word, is my response. Not only does it sound like shit, it is. I had developed a whole thesis over the past couple of days that the Spanish meaning of the word (pulcritud) had infected my idea of its meaning (in Spanish it means neatness, tidiness,) and that it would be typical of the bloody Spanish to associate neatness with beauty, given the nation's reactionary nature. Ah, Barcelona, my one time spiritual home, how you have fallen short yet again. (And yes I do know they are Catalan, not Spanish in Barcelona, but they're a hell of a lot more Spanish than they are English.)

Chat with Dan in pub - we are both engaged in intermittent contact with ex boyfriends for the sake of neat, cozy sex, there being nothing quite so satisfying as having sex with someone who knows exactly what really turns you on. If you had it every night it would become boring, but no more than once a month, (with the usual outlets in between), it's fab.

No mention of the breath today, a reader writes. Not so far, it is true, but I was just about to mention walking through the tunnel between the Central line and the Northern line at Bank today, which devotees of the story will know is where the first miracle took place, and once again seeing the faces streaming towards me, each one a repository of many volumes of stories of love and adventure, hurt and bliss, and feeling again that connection with the world which made LT worth however much it cost, as well as my current feelings of resentment.