"Right... And When You've Quite Done Tonguing The Floor..."

Yes, yes, it has been a while since I last blogged. God knows you missed me like buggery. But absence makes the heart grow fonder. As does absinthe. So, therefore, your hearts should be absolutely bursting with love and admiration for the beautiful Cassie. And no, I do not mean that dodgy R'n'B "star". Well, I might do, but it's highly unlikely.

Anywho, recently, I have been mostly doing birthday whatsits. Steve's, for example, where we got chucked out of a bar, and then physically assaulted by a screaming banshee in an Irish themed pub, and then had TomToms stolen from Mike's car. And then there was Rose's, during which we drank mucho Tia Maria (stronger than first anticipated), embarrassed ourselves in front of parents, danced vair vair badly to many things of which I cannot recall, hugged the toilet, heard shocking tales of grotesqueness, played "I Have Never...", ate Mint Chocolate Vienetta and told many awful jokes.

Umm.... at the weekend, I went a-drivin' (rather badly), and... had some people over on Friday, and did not do much else. Today (which is Monday. I think.) we did Junior Drama auditions, which was les groovys and mucho marvy (can you tell I've been reading Georgia Nicholson?), and did more driving. I have also bough MANY MANY DVDS. Comme Ella Enchanted. And Clueless. And Just Friends.

It's fab.

And it would seem that I don't have much more to report. Other than that fact that I am going to see OKGo. Again. Hurrah and huzzah and hooray. Excitement 2006. They might be supporting Motion Shitty Soundtrack, but I am going nonetheless. Fabnesses.

So anyway, good night, my brothers from another mother(s).

God speed, etc.