Le weekend:

• Friday: beat a girl at arm-wrestling. Thrown to the floor by said girl. In the pub. Shouted a lot about how good Teenage Fanclub are in comparison to Tom Waits. Shouted some more. Went to bed.
  
• Saturday: woke up with colossal hangover. Programmed (see webcam entry) all day, with reasonable success. Made tea. Drank tea. Watched Four Feathers. Wished I hadn't watched Four Feathers. Went to bed.
  
• Sunday: built a PC on which to run said webcam program, with reasonable success. Made tea. Drank tea. Programmed some more. Watched The O.C. (excuse: first episode is directed by Doug Liman. Verdict: fried gold. Utter fried gold). Programmed some fucking more. Went to bed.
  

Rock and roll, my friends. Rock and roll.