It reads “i > u” and in case you don’t “get it” – nevermind. That’s the beauty of it

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The bricks you see were on the roofline of the Crown Buildings but had been blown over by the sheer force of the high winds this afternoon. We stopped at the Dominos to grab some garlic bread for dinner and asked if anyone was hurt but they didn’t know. I’m guessing if anyone was hurt it would’ve been minor injuries based on the location of the fallen bricks (over, and in, the boot of the estate taxi)

Anyway, as we're walking home, we turn a corner and as we do a few individuals turn the corner against us and walk past, I glanced up and thought I saw Jules, a guy I went to school with, and who went to a uni in Glasgow a year after I moved up there for Uni, (Glasgow – cos it fracking rocks). I hadn't seen Jules in well over two years, probably three, if not four, I had no idea he'd moved home, which meant that we lived literally, less that a minutes walk away from each other. In fact, I think I could probably throw a tennis ball out of our study window and it'd hit his house, that's how close. So he walked past me and hadn't clocked me, I said to Klara after we'd turned the corner that I thought that was Jules, so I kinda thought about it for a split second and thought "what the hell", went back and shouted after him, kinda unsure whether that was him or not. Anyway, it was, and he turned 'round and we had a briefest of brief catchups, as you do, the kind where you condense roughly 5 years into 5 minutes or less. Like me for example…

That kinda thing. So anyway, he said he'd missed his train, which we didn't realise he was going for, (soz jules) and so he told me that he was on myspace and facebook and asked if I still had his mobile, turned out I had an old number. I'd signed up to facebook a few months ago, but never got into it (I have an aversion to "social" sites for friends, like bebo, myspace, faceparty etc, but especially myspace since it's owned by the Murdoch corporate-disinformation-propaganda-mind-control-pedalling-scumfuckingshitoftheearth group, aka "News International". Yup, that's right, if you have a myspace profile, Murdoch pwns you. And your friends. Bitch.

"But, why is Facebook different?" because it's not owned by a conglomerate, it's owned by one, clever mofo, and he's just turned down an offer from Yahoo for $1bn for the site and its contents. I doff my cap to the guy, he's developed fb from scratch, and it's his "baby". I wouldn't sell out either, I'd want to keep it and build on it, making it into a business.

The good thing about facebook is that it's got all the advantages of friends reunited (i.e. being able to find people by school / college / uni etc) but is much more private, and privacy-sensitive, so random people can't spam you with shit. Which is good. For once. Anyway, turns out quite a few people from school are on fb, so i chucked out a few friend requests, most of which have been answered already. Thing is, a feww weeks ago I started wondering what certain people I went to school with are up to, I decided to manifest some sort of contact with my prior stage of life, in this case it was school. So I think that's kinda what meeting Jules was all about. Suhweet. So yeah, that's that.

Merry Christmas to everyone who may read this. And a Merry Christmas to my sister who I won't see this Xmas because she's somewhere in South America, nice of her to make an effort to get in touch, which, er, she hasn't. So Merry fucking Yexmas.

Ta ta!