I sit in my lonely little room and try to write a 2000-2500 word essay. Is archaeology useful to society? The more I research, the more I'm disenchanted with the subject. I'm in deep shit. I need to talk to my supervisor soon.

Over dinner last night, I asked one of the fellas in my flat about interesting things to do in this city other than going to the pub. He suggested the cinema, or taking a train down to another city like Leeds or Manchester or London. That appeals to me but being all alone means I have no one to go with. I felt sad and pathetic and so retreated to my room to watch a dvd.

The room is warm and cozy. It is quite and peaceful outside. God, this is boring. My headphones in my ear talk and sing to me but we've never had a satisfying conversation. I open the door to my wardrobe to look at the face in the mirror inside. I know you will call me mad if I talked to my reflection but can you really blame me? It is the only human face I've seen today. (did I say human?)

The English value their privacy a lot. I'm beginning to realise that the line between Privacy and Isolation is very fine and subtle indeed.