so yesterday there were these heavy motherfucking gales and the west pier collapsed into the sea. not all of it, but enough to set back restoration again. the pier-god really has it in for that pier. so on my way back from dinner at ricks - rarr he cooked such a nice vegan rice meal yum - i walked along the sea front and checked out the damage. i was just sitting there and this wind man i mean its really pummelling me. and the colapsed bit of the pier looks like this beached leviathan and its so beautiful and oddly aweinspiring and i just sat there feeling insanely happy. when i went to leave the beach i couldnt see a thing cos the lights from the road were blinding in a dull orangey way, and it turned out that id been in that cordoned off for safety area of the beach. oops. but i brought back some nice wood (ex of the pier) for the house. i think mine is growing things...

in other news, i dropped my bike back off at the shop so they can store it for me over the summer. somehwat worryingly they took the keys as well.... im gonna get back and the mileage will have shot up. or he'll have sold it - no really! i mean he threatens to all the time. half the profits my ass.

shooting off back to londres on saturday so im missing the crazy antiwar shit that YOU should check out saturday afternoon (see sussex action for peace for info). its all back to the revo grind heh heh.

annas birthday happened (happy birthday) and the party was real nice involving odd drawings and whos in the bag. pete yelling about masturbating in public across the room is memorable, as is the cutie modelling photos (Dom: woah jess, u look FIT! Me thinking: ok no need to sound quite so surprised. grr). hopefully my work is gonna get stocked there soon. but until then the quote of the week remains robin(girl)'s 'So is Gandalf Jewish then?'

hasta la victoria siempre! or something...
jess