Captains Log. Star Date 01.03.05 Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today. to remember Thomas May, the mayors son, and his trendy travelling skills to this date. Unfortunatley, the time came that his travels must end, and that time was fourteen hundred hours today, the first day of march 2005. Just putting on a postie to let you all know I am now flying solo, me against the world and all that! : ) Tom managed to get himself glandular fever and a stay in l'hopital which has resulted in his going home earlier than expected. Tom, I hope the flight wasnt too awful for you, and that you managed to make all the connections hassle free. I have sent you an e so ch ch ch ch check it out hombre! As for me, this week has been an odd one, what with trips to the hospital and then the motel, in my spare time I have wandered around the city lots and been tempted by many articles of clothing, this is dangerous ground for me so I am hoping to move on soon. I am now at the mercy of the post office, and when they decide to deliver my phone, as soon as it gets here i will get the next bus down to Byron Bay for a chill out on the beach. This week has been far too strenuous! I feel a chill out is in order! Also a top up on the tan before heading on down to Sydney : ) I will email round my mob number once my phone gets here, Ive got an ozzie sim card for it. Thats all I got to say about that. (aka Forrest Gump) Over and out xxx