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20.10.2004 – Wednesday 20 October – The Football Factory

• I went to sleep around six o’clock in the morning. In retrospect, this wasn’t a particularly good idea, as I then didn’t wake up until one o’clock in the evening, and still felt stupid all afternoon. After eventually waking up, I headed into the city and got something to eat from Govinda’s, and a Cold Rock Super Shake, before heading into uni. I went to Clint’s room but half the block appeared to be having some type of domestic, and they all left just as I got there, leaving me a little confused, so I just hung around wasting Clint’s Internet quota and helping Dommie with some coding. They eventually returned, all still alive, and I got a lift to Indooroopilly with Sméagol, where I watched “The Football Factory”, a rather rough, but partially tongue-in-cheek, look at British football hooligans. The movie had a lot of potential, which it didn’t manage to live up to, and was quite good in parts but very average in others. It wasn’t a bad watch, so I’ll give it one “Collateral”, although it did make me miss the train, meaning I didn’t get home until after one o’clock.