Sunday, 1st February, 1998 Nothing exceptional happens. Monday, 2nd February, 1998 A painful falling experience. A mind-numbing lecture experience. Tuesday, 3rd February, 1998 Mark and Chris go to Fifth Avenue. Dave pulls at Fifth Avenue. I stay at home. No surprises there, then. Wednesday, 4th February, 1998 Collection class with Dr. Greene. Work. Thursday, 5th February, 1998 FTIR. Work. Kendo. Bruises. Fun, probably. Friday, 6th February, 1998 Adam shocks the nation. The Turl Street Dash doesn't happen. Honestly, officer. Saturday, 7th February, 1998 The Mystery of the Disappearing Pants. Aldo and Aldo Jnr. appear and distract me from my diary writing duties.
			The characters and situations in this diary are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happenings. Any resemblance to such things is coincidental, or just for humourous effect. All names have been chosen to implicate the innocent.