(diaryland) June 5, 2001 - 11:11 p.m.

Tonight we had Tristanwatch: 2001.

Rosie and I went to buy wool. On the way, we went past the service station at which Tristan works. Tristan is an unsuspecting friend. Rosie enjoys lightheartedly stalking him, though the petrol is cheap there, so it's good to go to that particular service station anyway.

We drove by and Rosie looked very hard through the window. He didn't seem to be in there. She gets so excited at the prospect of potential Tristan sightings that even though I don't want his manlove like she does I get really excited too. And stalky.

Anyway, he wasn't there. We were really sad. But, hey. We still had to buy wool from the shop. So we did. Red wool, cream wool, green wool, blue wool. Very nice quality.

So then we sat in the car, looking at the wool we had just bought. Suddenly, from the corner of Rosie's specialized Tristanwatch peripheral vision, she spotted the elusive Tristan in his big blue car, driving through the carpark. With what could have been another chick in the passenger seat.

We chucked the wool behind us and started the car. By the time we got the car going, he had gone. What a pity. He was lucky this time, man. We are so going to get him next time. And then we're going to say hi. We SO ARE.

I said hello to him the other day. But it was normal, because Rosie wasn't there. Somehow, Rosie makes Tristan all weird.

Roland bought a sound thing. When you stand very far away from something, you point a satellite dish at it and you can hear all the tiny sounds it makes. I pointed the dish at Diane, who was standing on the other side of the house, and she whispered things. They were sensible things. Then I pointed the satellite dish at Roland while he was peeing. He laughed in the toilet.