Why is it that when you eat an 'all you can eat' kind of buffet meal there is a need to really go to town and eat way too much? I managed it last night at Pizza Hut for no other reason than I could. I ate way too much. I felt stuffed and wanted nothing more than to sit there for the rest of the night while my stomach settled.

In the end I went for a walk, which helped matters a little.

Not like the good old days though. Back at Uni a few of us would do the all-you-can-eat thing in Nottingham. Preparing during the day (heavy breakfast, very light dinner) and heading off, paying and then competing to see who could eat the most. I won once. I got through 17 slices (no pasta, no extras, only drinking water). That was one piece short of 3 full pizzas. I threw up after getting outside.

I made a real pavement pizza!

May well end up going back to the cinema again. Still not seen War Of The Worlds. Never been quite sure if I really wanted to see it. Looking forward to the release of Danny the Dog, Dogboy, or Unleashed, or whatever-it's-called-whereever-you-are. Always been a fan of Luc Besson's stuff though since Uni days.

Keep meaning to take the camera out at night. I was going to do it Sunday but my mood and the rain put a dampner on the idea.

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