Just watched some program on Channel 4 about models. They used that Mark Ribot y Los Cubos Postizos album for background music - the same one that was playing in some bar in Antwerp where I drank tequilas with Guy and Lucas. Anyway, it reminded me of something… but I forget what now. And I keep getting flashes of things that really should be written down, but aren’t. Seeing people in the street and putting the most striking aspect of their appearance into words. But then I forget the words. There was that girl with her crazy mascara sucking everything into her eyes, or the bloke with the shaved zigs in his eyebrow that you couldn’t see until you were up close, but you were aware of from hundreds of metres away. Or some other people. But I’m not going to write all that now. Because my hand really hurts, from where I smashed up my keyboard with it earlier. And after a week of rebuilding my computer four times, it still keeps fucking up and now I can’t type the letters ‘n’ or ‘h’ on it because I’ve smashed the keyboard (although ‘n’ is also ALT+0110 and ‘h’ is ALT+0104). So I’m gonna reformat the hard disk and install all 50-odd pieces of software for the fifth time, in the vain hope that my hard disk doesn’t get trashed again. And once I’ve done that, I might get a plaster for the toe that I nearly broke kicking the filing cabinet.

On the plus side, this house has never been tidier. Incredible what you can achieve in terms of tidying and cleaning in the brief time it takes to install Windows 2000 Advanced Server and reboot a computer a few times.