The saga continues. We've been keeping up with the hurricane. Sort of. Have a hurricane party for us if it comes. Date with the Dane was fun. We went out for Greek food and rented a movie. Then on Saturday, I met a new pal. Jonothan is his name and he sounds exactly like Hugh Grant. He is taking me out Thursday for dinner and to show me around London to some of the touristy things I haven't made it to. My social calendar is full! I am going to be in for a shock when I return to the States, that's for sure.

Lauren is going to end up married to some filthy rich Arabian oil baron at the rate she's attracting them. We can't even walk down the street without loads of guys coming up and offering to take her places and buy her things. Doesn't happen to me as much. I've had one marriage proposal to her three.

Tube strike looming. Of course it happens on the one day that I need to zip around town with ease. I need to pick up and cash my paycheck on Wednesday the day of the Strike. I will get it if it kills me.

We are learning our way around Queen's Park, our lovely neighborhood (haha). At DEHOG, since Philippe's departure (yes, he moved to Wales. everything's okay now, though) we have a new roommate. His name is Leo (pronounced LAY-OH) and he is from Venezuala. He wears sporty clothes and owns a fanny pack. Not much in the way of English language skills but he's nice and quiet. Dame Edna, in the meantime, has taken a shocking turn. She cleared out what appeared to be years of crap and boxes from the hallways and stairwells and replaced them with nice houseplants. Lauren and I somewhat fear this otherwise pleasant change as we are not sure what her motivation for this is. This from the woman who, when I payed her my rent said "And who are you?"

Funny story: Lauren picked up (through no fault of her own) a Mexican named Victor. His long, shiny black hair would be the envy of many mullet wanna-be's. Anyway, Lauren eventually was successful in getting rid of Victor's unwanted advances. He kept rubbing her hair and she slapped his hand. His response: "oh, i looove you" Anyway a week or so later, while walking the streets of London Lauren hears "Lauren Thank God, it's a miracle!" and turns around to see Victor with his arms triumphantly outstreched over his head. "Come, you are going home with me" is his command and Lauren had to run away from him again. A city of seven million and she runs into Victor the Long Haired Mexican? Only Lauren...

CHRIS: could you please extend an invitation to post to Jeremiah and Steven. This request is from Lauren. I can't get their email addresses as protista.com crashes the computers at work. Thanks, trisha.

Leigh Ann: Watch BBC everyday. No sign of Ritchie, yet. Will tell if I see him. Peace out