MY NAME IS JAMES ALVAREZ

Had my brain scan and eeg today, pictures to follow. Being stuffed in a dark tube was womb like fun for a while but after an hour and a half it felt like chinese water torture, there was this electro thingy sticking in the back of my head, and cos i wasnt allowed to move my head it kept digging in and digging in, man that was horrible. I was so tired afterwards that I went home and slept instead of going to my lecture.

In other news I picked up my massive tub of hot chocolate by the lid and it the tub fell off 180'd in the air landing perfectly upside down on the kitchen floor. I managed to salvage about two cups worth, but the rest I've left there with an ice cream scoop and a tupperware lid as a small piece of artwork for my housemates to enjoy.

ATP next week!

Oh, and I had my piano tuned yesterday by some old dude. He phoned me lost, hed got the wrong house, and when he walked in the door he said, 'I knew I'd got the wrong house, a black person lived there'. Now the thing is, it took me by so much surprise, I still don't get it, why wouldn't a black person want a piano tuner? I excused his racism because he was old, and I just wanted my piano tuned, but I was going to offer him tea and biscuits, so I only offered tea instead. In retrospect I should have sent him packing, but I was just too shocked at the time - too bizarre.

And I thought of another joke:
What swims in the north atlantic and goes 'ding'?
A piano tuna.

I love how shit my jokes are.