TISWAS!

Bye!

Being dragged by the scruff of the neck out for lunch, and erm, what happened last night.

Oh yeah got drunk.

And spoke to a luverly person ay?

Oh shit - also perved up a fellow blogger via text NOT my fault, they mentioned the tradesmans entrance first!

got the phone put down on me by drunk friend. Just trying to help honest.

Erm, played guitar.

Had a good time with all here, its great to actually spend some time with Moff as well. Don't see her as much as I would like and she is very cool. Reminds me of "Nemi" in the cartoon in the Metro free newspaper.

Ate good food. Mr S give good chicken terayaki.

Tried to phone landers at the time he likes (sun up) and he just didn't want to know.

Je suis hartbroken matey!

Any way it has stopped pissing down so time for fishy style lunchy adventures.

As Ren and Stimpy used to sing

"Happy happy joy joy, happy happy joy joy, happy happy joy joy joy!"

Goodnight.

Erm, yeah. Right.

xxx

You know who it is (probably) on the other end of the ringing phone, and you do want to answer it. But - well, what if...

what if they don't like your voice. And what if you don't like their voice! Oh bugger.

But you know you are not really insecure and paranoid - you just help out when they are busy.

Ahem.

So the phone is passed to you, and....

You get to trade words with a person you have only been "talking" to for a few months and ...

Meno is SO nice!

AND young sounding. Not that I thought she would sound like Minnie Banister (a full 10 virtual points for the first person that can tell me who she was - Kiz, Shipscook, Mrs F are excluded from competing) but she had a voice full of youth and, well cheek actually in a very nice way. And charm. And warmth.

It was a total (but too short) pleasure. You are a diamond meno.

Mmwhah!

And thanks to hubbster for letting you burn the cash to talk to us.

Him a cool dooood.

Tonight I have

Had to wrestle my Les Paul out of the grasp of some very possesive cats.

Had some VERY interesting text messages about anal sex.

Discovered that some of the drinks we bought back from Hungary are far more palatable than others.

That in two days I am going to run out of cheap Hungarian ciggies. (thank fuck S&F and the moth are going to bring me back loads of cheap ciggies from their hols)

That the mistakes we think we stopped making when when we were young, are still being made by the young to this very day.

And yes, in defence of my "best drunken blogger" award, I would just like to say - I am hammered.

Just in case you thought I was loosing my touch.

You get a Les Paul, you get the pussey.

hehehehehe