I hate the xenophobia the World Cup has brought. Today a man at work had a contemplative moment which he decided to share with me: 'You know how it's not ok to hate people for being black, well is it ok to hate people for being German?' When I replied firmly in the negative he responded with 'Oh God you're not half German are you?' I truly, truly despair.

It's been a funny old time lately. Other than the match on Saturday I spent most of the weekend participating in a Scrubs marathon with the boyfriend. One of the best programmes in existence I say. I'm also feeling a bit bereaved as the person I was closest to at work left on Friday, to embark on a round the world trip. I felt gutted and now when I'm at work all I can think of is that he's not there. We used to have really indepth conversations about things such as daddy long legs, and whether or not they are poisonous - an argument which I won with a statement along the lines of 'If you ground one up with a pestle and mortar, and rubbed it into a flesh wound, I doubt you would die.'

So, holiday pics. Rather belated - doesn't really feel like I ever went away so I'll just tuck them onto the end of this entry and leave it at that. (Cursor over them for a description.)

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