Buried in magazines

Was led astray by the free posters in this month's Empire. No idea what Walk the Line's about, but the black, yellow, orange and red poster is very cool. Oh - apparently Johnny Cash. Nope, still none the wiser.

Nothing much to report today. Met H in Harrow. She's spent £3000 on braces, which I'd consider a bit superfluous - and not entirely sensible, given she's going into teaching. Went on a total Fry bender on the net last night, meaning that I didn't go to bed till half one, so didn't get up till eleven. Bit tired as a result.

Thinking of moving to Finchley Road, if I can get through to the rentals guy, who never seems to be at his desk. Wrote Lyull's card. It's a little more risque than usual...