Today The Incredibly Racist German was listening to a cover of "Dixie" in the lab. Why am I even surprised anymore? But I don't care, I invited him to see Dropkick Murphys at Brixton Academy in March anyway, because I know he's the only one who'd want to see it with me. All the guys (who are all gay) in the office just seem to listen to techno and emo. And they snarl when IRG plays rockabilly in the lab, which I actually like when I'm in the mood for it

But then the concert is sold out, so none of it matters. Is there scalping in England?

While the worst week I've had since I've been in here gradually morphs into the two worst weeks I've had since I've been here, I did get a reprieve this afternoon. The head of the department came into the office to speak with Gay Irish Guy, and GIG went to show him a website, thesis.com. But he accidently typed in these.com, and up popped a barrage of revolting and horribly graphic porn images!! And naturally, when he tried to close the window as quickly as possible, ten more pages of similar material popped up.

GIG: Uhh, I don't know what this is all about.
Dept Head: Well, ah.... ahem.
Me: *silently giggling and refusing to turn round and look at them for fear of seriously guffawing*
GIG: Oh. Wow. They just keep appearing, don't they? *awkward pause*
Dept Head: Right... *awkward pause* Lesbians, huh?
GIG: Uhhh. *awkward pause* About that thesis....

He was pretty cool about it, especially since GIG is out to everyone, so you know it has to be an accident. But, God, was it hilariously embarrassing. Terrific. Made my day. We haven't stopped laughing about it since.