I stole this from Lady - she's up there, look 
- who stole it from someone else on the site (such is the nature of the web: fuck copyright!).
LAST LONG CAR RIDE:
Not that distances are comparable in the UK vs the US, but Leicester to York probably
LAST KISS:
Jesus, I don't even want to think about that, it's been so long!
LAST GOOD CRY:
Hmmm... not sure I can remember that either. Almost certainly in a movie, but which movie? I think I blubbed quite freely in Something's Gotta Give, mind you there were only three people in the whole theatre!
LAST MOVIE SEEN:
Capturing the Friedmans last night. Good, but not that good. Slightly confused about their sexual politics: on one hand, queer sexuality shown to be a product of dysfunctional families, on the other hand retirement-age gay couple prove to be the most stable and well-balanced unit in the whole film...
LAST LIBRARY BOOK CHECKED OUT:
Douglas Kahn: Noise, Water, Meat: A History of Sound in the Arts (MIT Press, 1999). Ha! beat that! (Actually it's a pretty shit book, guy can't write...)
LAST BEVERAGE DRANK:
Tap water, and lots of it.
LAST FOOD CONSUMED:
Cox apple.
LAST CRUSH:
Today: Girl with pink shoes and pink bag and pink umbrella (pink accessories, quoi) beaming at me like she was enjoying the rain (shit, I really should have talked to her...)
LAST PHONE CALL:
To my mum, I think, unless you count work.
LAST TV SHOW WATCHED:
Can't remember, weeks ago. Probably something when I was in Madrid actually. My friends staying out there have found this TV news reporter they call 'I-see-dead-people' cos all she ever talks about is fatal car wrecks...
LAST TIME SHOWERED:
This afternoon, after swimming.
LAST SHOES WORN:
Black Merrells. I'm a size 13 you know?
LAST CD PLAYED:
Robin Williamson, Skirting the River Road. Batteries died on CD player this morning as I was cueing up Shelby Lynne, Identity Crisis.
LAST ITEM BOUGHT:
At the supermarket this afternoon: bread, coffee, RAID ant-killer spray, gum
LAST ANNOYANCE:
Possibly having caught a cold after venturing out in the rain without an umbrella
LAST SODA DRANK:
Probably a Fanta in Madrid
LAST TIME WANTING TO DIE:
Hmmm... Think about it a lot, like every time I have a knife in my hand, but the thought is sort of distant from me, and almost a kind of neutral reflex that's immediately dismissed. Have to agree with Lady on this one, though: Life is a fucking banquet.
LAST TIME SCOLDED:
When my pal HD accused me of being intellectually arrogant when drunk (we were arguing about pornography at the time)
LAST SHIRT WORN:
Kind of embarrassing admitting this on SG, but pinstripe at work today...
LAST WEBSITE VISITED:
This here.
- who stole it from someone else on the site (such is the nature of the web: fuck copyright!).
LAST LONG CAR RIDE:
Not that distances are comparable in the UK vs the US, but Leicester to York probably
LAST KISS:
Jesus, I don't even want to think about that, it's been so long!
LAST GOOD CRY:
Hmmm... not sure I can remember that either. Almost certainly in a movie, but which movie? I think I blubbed quite freely in Something's Gotta Give, mind you there were only three people in the whole theatre!
LAST MOVIE SEEN:
Capturing the Friedmans last night. Good, but not that good. Slightly confused about their sexual politics: on one hand, queer sexuality shown to be a product of dysfunctional families, on the other hand retirement-age gay couple prove to be the most stable and well-balanced unit in the whole film...
LAST LIBRARY BOOK CHECKED OUT:
Douglas Kahn: Noise, Water, Meat: A History of Sound in the Arts (MIT Press, 1999). Ha! beat that! (Actually it's a pretty shit book, guy can't write...)
LAST BEVERAGE DRANK:
Tap water, and lots of it.
LAST FOOD CONSUMED:
Cox apple.
LAST CRUSH:
Today: Girl with pink shoes and pink bag and pink umbrella (pink accessories, quoi) beaming at me like she was enjoying the rain (shit, I really should have talked to her...)
LAST PHONE CALL:
To my mum, I think, unless you count work.
LAST TV SHOW WATCHED:
Can't remember, weeks ago. Probably something when I was in Madrid actually. My friends staying out there have found this TV news reporter they call 'I-see-dead-people' cos all she ever talks about is fatal car wrecks...
LAST TIME SHOWERED:
This afternoon, after swimming.
LAST SHOES WORN:
Black Merrells. I'm a size 13 you know?
LAST CD PLAYED:
Robin Williamson, Skirting the River Road. Batteries died on CD player this morning as I was cueing up Shelby Lynne, Identity Crisis.
LAST ITEM BOUGHT:
At the supermarket this afternoon: bread, coffee, RAID ant-killer spray, gum
LAST ANNOYANCE:
Possibly having caught a cold after venturing out in the rain without an umbrella
LAST SODA DRANK:
Probably a Fanta in Madrid
LAST TIME WANTING TO DIE:
Hmmm... Think about it a lot, like every time I have a knife in my hand, but the thought is sort of distant from me, and almost a kind of neutral reflex that's immediately dismissed. Have to agree with Lady on this one, though: Life is a fucking banquet.
LAST TIME SCOLDED:
When my pal HD accused me of being intellectually arrogant when drunk (we were arguing about pornography at the time)
LAST SHIRT WORN:
Kind of embarrassing admitting this on SG, but pinstripe at work today...
LAST WEBSITE VISITED:
This here.
I can't remember what it says on the back of the Raisin Bran box...usually something about a 'nutritious breakfast' or riboflavin. I just really need something to read while I eat....