... is 'desserts' spelt backwards. And that's all very well, but I think that whoever came up with that cliché should've been shot on the spot.

Suffering a bit from panicky moments lately and not eating much. Work is stressing me out a bit with all the politics and whatnot (and there has been a 110% increase in the amount of dickheads using the Tube these days), plus I will be on strike with the rest of the RMT this week (even though I'm not in the RMT, but they appealed to my union [ASLEF] for support), so London Underground and its staff will be even more unpopular by next week, even though the BBC, the rest of the media and outsiders know fuck all about the actual situation (the BBC is actually going to get people hurt). I lose a day's pay (such is the price of democracy), but thankfully I've my rostered rest days today and tomorrow, so I miss out the worst of the strike (Wednesday will be bad, I promise you). I don't particularly agree with the strike now that a new and somewhat acceptable 2-year offer has been put on the table, but I'm striking anyway because if you don't, then there's no point in having an industrial union otherwise. Plus I want to get my own back on the moron who tried to knock me out at work several weeks back just because he thought he could and didn't care by making sure I play my part in a service suspension. Anyway, that's my two pence.

Anyway, I've recently been contacted for photography work. For a wedding. Two weddings, actually, though I think I will only be able to do the one as one of the dates clashes with my work schedule. Just going over the details and such at the moment, so that should be a good experience if it all goes ahead.

I don't like June at the moment. It has been far too cold for a June and we have had too few thunderstorms for a June. Something's not right, and I don't particularly want to switch on the central heating out of principle.