February 26, 2002, 9:15pm. Went to Luxembourg for the weekend. It’s a tiny country, about the size of the ACT (if you’re Australian) or Greater London (if you’re English). It was really beautiful. Photos when I finish the roll.

I came back to spam in my mailbox, from “Patty Walters internet cunsultant”. An almost Freudian typo?

Playmate of the month, through the ages.

Soppy Sept 11 poem reveals truth about flying – “I was on four of those planes, in every seat, with every prayer“. No wonder you can never get the bulkhead seats, no matter how early you check in – god’s taken them all, the omnipotent bastard.