that bloody ex-landlord man still hasn't bloody given back my deposit for the flat that I left 2 and a half weeks ago. I tried to call him this afternoon but he didn't bloody answer his bloody phone, bloody f**k. He'd better give me my money back or I'll cast a voodoo jinx on him.

I watched Insomnia last night. went all the way to the odeon on Panton street, just off leicester sq. almost ended up paying £8 (wot a swizzle!) but waved my out of date University of London Union card at the couldn't care less ticket lady who sold it to me for £5. I don't think it would have been worth paying £8 to see. It was ok, it was trying to be psychological thriller and kind of clever different at the same time, because it talks about how this cop gets insomnia in summertime alaska where it never gets dark, after killing somebody by accident (oops, was i not supposed to say that?) and how he can't think properly and digs himself deeper and deeper into the poo. I was expecting something a bit more.. well thrilling, really. and when robin williams comes on as the killer, I just couldn't stop thinking about how cute he looked, and i don't mean I want to shag him cute, i mean *he's so kee-yute!* cute, I mean, it Robin Williams, mork and mindy, flubber man, mrs doubtfire himself. so, there you go. Still, it was ok. and I got to see cute Robin Williams play a bad guy.