There may be a god after all

12.24am. Peter just told me that annoying Derek has spent a significant part of the last three hours running backwards and forwards to the toilet. Sounds like things went very quiet in their subgroup, thankfully. It's hard not to find it just a little bit funny, after he rubbed our entire Mercury group (eight people) up the wrong way. I also noticed that at mealtime, he piled on a plate of food, sat down, took one mouthful, realised that it was predominantly a fish dish, made a face then put his fork down, and didn't eat another morsel.

I hate people who waste food, it's so wrong, especially when some people barely have enough food to live on. I felt like pushing his stupid head into his plate.

Send that as a food parcel to Africa and see what thanks you get...

It reminds me of when I was a kid, and turned my nose up at sprouts. I was told, "if you don't eat them, I'll send them to Africa." Fine, I used to think, send them to Africa, and I bet you they won't eat them either.