Uh, on what planet was that a good idea?

So, my main plan with my entry *was* to talk about this talk  – it’s an interesting talk on biofuels, and specifically bio-ethanol; one of the things that I find most interesting about this is that from discussions and research with various people it seems that classics are probably very capable of running on E-85, mostly just needing a jetting and timing adjustment. Hence I rather like the idea of widespread E-85 availability. Mmm. Clean fuel. Or at least, much cleaner fuel.

Then I was going to write about the Viva’s continued difficulty starting. Brick it seems, has not been cured by an electronic ignition system, but someone on the Viva Owners club has at least given me a suggestion as to where to go from here.

But instead I’m forced to write, because Ali – the overzealous suitor from the takeaway food place from which I ordered food? He chose to ring *again* tonight – I simply said “I’m going to have to ask you not to ring me again”, and he seemed to accept and hung up. I did not give him my number, he took it from my takeaway order. And while I let him give me his number and may, had he not have rung me, have arranged to meet up for a drink (with a safety friend such as

present!) on the basis that he may just have been lonely… (Me and the flashing neon sign of fancying again being required). But now I’m angsty about him turning up or ringing me again.

Argh.

Fucking *men* (friends of mine excluded).