We had a little fuck up at Mass this morning. Basically the priest didn't know he was meant to be doing it. So everyone has had a nice walk to the next church. Except for me (I'm on office duty), Chris & Harriet. It's so quiet in here it feels like a slasher movie!

At least it gives me the chance to turn my music up WAY louder than usual. Hey, what's that noise? So creepy now. I possible shouldn't be listening to Marilyn Manson.

Hey, what's that? Aaaaarrgh, no! Get away! Aaah! ......

Everyone's just come back, but we've discovered that there are worse things than an empty house. A big oil depot blew up about fifteen or twenty miles from here & now there's big clouds of black smoke coming from the horizon. Which is worrying. And I can smell oil. But then I'm sitting next to Gower street, so that's not really surprising. And now Stephan has cancelled football.