I am back in my hall. There are strange new people to scare & annoy. But I saw Neil from the Young One's in Leicester Square last night!

The weird Polish guy, Seb, turned out to have a decent sense of humour - at least until I pointed him in the direction of Stefan the mad Russian/German. They may kill each other. An average quote from Seb being 'if I was German I would shoot myself'

This is surprisingly difficult to write with Rob peering over my shoulder. He claims to be directing. He says I have to spread some complementary rumours. He is now trying to prevent me from typing (Rob: I'm not! I'm just sitting here!)

Now he's sulking.

And whining.

And has his arms crossed.

And is shaking his head.

Yes, he knows I've got an lj & has taken to demanding to be known as creepy Rob again. Although I tried to explain that it was not spelt creapy.

And now I've done all this Rob bashing I don't think he'll try & watch me type again!