Whoah, dude, that's like soooo scary!

This evening I went swimming, which I generally find a little repetitive but refreshing and enjoyable. Today it was not. Not only did I have the pleasure of a child swimming in my path and scratching me for such a misdemeanour, but several tens of laps later I found myself swimming alongside a middle aged man. This man, as he swam past me, grabbed my fucking arse. Now, in a crowded pool it's not uncommon to accidently kick or brush pass someone, but I know what deliberate arse-grabbing feels like and arse-grabbing it were. I felt sick. What's worse is the man quite closely resembled Johnny Vegas. If I had to have a list of the people I wanted to grab my backside, a Johnny Vegas lookalike WOULD NOT BE ON IT.

Meh.

I'm going to a gig in London tomorrow with the New Bloke. The Glitterati anyone? Nope, me either. But I hope it's good anyway.

I have completely hit a brick wall with my dissertation. The drive I had, which enabled me to write my first and second chapters to an adequate (I hope) standard, has gone into hiding. What else can I do but await its return?

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