Ah, it's this day again.

14th of October - six years since we matriculated. Also Jamie's 25th and the anniversary of the Battle of Hastings.

Well, I think the idea of romance with David is dead. Apparently the email wasn't supposed to be as propositional as it sounded. Or at least that's what he says. Still, given how much of an argumentative, moody, patronising, annoying, odd-gaited twat he was being last night, I'm not sure I care all that much. So God knows what all the flirtatiousness and strange conversations were about.

Talking of God, I've been reading the new Dawkins book, 'The God Delusion'. It's brilliant. Since I started reading it, I keep noticing the amount of pro-religious wording of things and attitudes in the press more. For example, there was a front-page article in the London Lite (eugh) last week about a man who'd been shot. The first thing one was told about the victim was that he was a 'committed Christian' - so I'm supposed to think him a more valuable member of the human race, then?? It's disgusting that people who believe unquestioningly in the haphazardly transmitted drivel of a minor religious sect can apparently be valued more highly than people who consider actual evidence a better reference point.

Don't even get me started on faith schools or George W. Bush.