To the man wearing the red t-shirt saying, “Blog about me, I’m famous”. I’m blogging about you, because I never would have seen you except for the fact that a tree fell on my train line and I had to get a tram to Camberwell. This did mean that I had to wait for about three trams before I could even get on only to be told, once on, that the trains were working again and then had to walk a goodly distance in the stinking heat wearing none-to-comfortable-for-long-distance-walking shoes to get to a different station to get on a train. I now have blisters.

Two time delays of an hour each these past few days. Connex I am not impressed. Cut your trees or something.

The precursor to the hideous trip home was a rather splendid documentary on Michel Gondry. Of the fame of directing Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind and The Science of Sleep. Both of which are entirely and utterly brilliant. You haven’t seen a movie until you’ve seen them. How it has to fit with our Contemporary Design Issues class I am not quite sure, they mumbled something about the interpretations of time in media. Eh?

Prior to all of this, a day or so before infact, was our youth camp – which went quite well, despite being eaten alive by mosquitoes and getting little sleep. It was peculiar on a few levels, such as a kid who knew no-one being dropped ‘at camp’. My ‘talk’ went fine- I ended up talking about how I’ve seen God.

Before we recovered from camp, Geoff and I trotted off to lunch at Miss Marples with Beth and Bri. Jumping days: the Connex recovery was aided by a sushi dinner with Scott and Christina (and Jemima) and the introduction to Carcasonne (A little like Settlers of Catan). Yet another game we’ll maybe eventually buy.