Sometimes

I don't know.

I just read a blog from this time last year. It was quite sad, really. It has made me quite depressive. But never mind. Things move on, time moves on, people move on, and you should not dwell in the past. Unless you are a certified past-dweller, but other than that, it's a definite no-no.

This week, I have been watching a LOT of Green Wing. Really. I mean a LOT. In fact, that's just about the only thing I've been doing. Well, that's not true. I've watched some Friends as well.

Well, last weekend, we did the Forbidden Planet thing, which was darn hilarious, particularly the monster, which looked like a selection of burns victims, covered by a large pink and orange cape. Yay.

Then our new sofa arrived. That's right. A WHOLE sofa. A whole HUGE sofa. Hurrah.

I went to Leicester on Wednesday with Beth and my muvver. Which was utter shite, really. I hate it. A lot. Do not go there, it is a pile of shite, with no good shops, and a module on PLACE NAMES. Why? Why, I ask? I don't know. I really don't.

Thursday, I started my new job at Travel Butler (hahahahaha). Which is funny. But pays good, baby.

Friday, I went to see Pie-rats of the Car-Rib-Bean. I thought it was hilarious, but no one else did. Which is stupid, because it WAS hilarious, so they are evidently all nutcases, and should be thrown away. The only trouble was that it was seventy four hours long, and it didn't even end. But to make up for that was Bill Nighy in a octopus. So all was well.

Then on Saturday (that's yesterday, folks), I went KITE FLYING in Petworth. I am a surprisingly good kite flyer, I will have you know. I flew it good. Then, in the afternoon, I went to Beesen's house for her EARLY BIRTHDAY PARTAY. This included a lot of Pimms, a lot of wine, some mad dancing to Michael Jackson, and some Queen Hate-age with Omar. I do love Omar. Immensely. Funny funny funny man. There was also a lot of food. Which was naise. Varr naise. And so yes. It was good. Everyone got tipsy, and there was a boy there called Rupert who spent the entire time with his top off. Why? I don't know.

Nothing else particularly interesting to report.

Good night, my babies.