Look at Raoul, bouncing up and down!

Anyway, yet another Saturday night in by my lonesome. My bedroom is a mess, as is my face (for matters other than the ordinary - I have decided to begin a farcical attempt at growing a beard. A week on, it's quite itchy, and spots have made my face really quite sore). I've watched Summerslam 88 (ah, those were the days) and Austin Powers today, and done precious little else. Fantastic!

The main major news in my fabulous life is that I recently obtained a car (a Vauxhall Corsa, let it be known. Buy British! Until it breaks down.), to go with my fantastic job for next September. Yes, things are looking up for this 20-year-old stallion. All the typical things in life (car, job, house) all seem to be coming together at the one time. A transitional period in my life, one may say. Where JacquesTheLad becomes JacquesTheMan...Ha ha, I'll never learn.

No ladies on the, well, lady front...Some things never change. That may change soon, however. With heroin having drained a young Jacques of his libido, it was back with a vengeance as the suppositories took their effect. Maybe this week, maybe next month, maybe never. Choose life.

I think I'll pop through to the zoo during the week, to see the koalas and the gibbons and the tortoises and the penguins. I return to university in a couple of weeks, so the final days of freedom must be fully appreciated. And the zoo is one of those activities which has to be done. Along with a poker night or two.

And so, onwards and upwards. I hope you all have a truly stupendous week.