Merry Christmas one and all.. only two sleeps to go till the big day and my huge stockroom at work has eff all in it. Literally. Dont bother shopping where I work because you won’t find anything to buy. Its a bit like old mother Hubbard and that kitchen of hers, she really should have had a tin of Pal lying around to feed her dog (which incidentally was taken by the RSPCA two days later and is now called Brian and appears in TV’s Family Guy, also rescued were three goldfish (battered) one cat (fishy) eight gerbils (poked up Richard Gere’s bottom allegedly) and Rolf Harris who had got left behind when filming an earlier show for Animal Hospital.

Anywhoooo… its so nice to see you all and lovely to be typing again.

Went clubbing last week… cue amazement from those who know me, but was totally appalled at the amount of smoking that goes on… yes I know what you are thinking, ‘born again non-smoker’ but out of all my friends it is only my bird and me that don’t smoke now. Its shocking but true.! Oh and the music was so fucking shite I thought I might pass out from lack of ability to listen properly. Oi Ice Cube….. NOOOOOOOO.!!!

Speak soon… love you all…. and Dave from work, PLEASE do that new piece of yours, she will love you for it.!! Despite the leg thing.!

Bye peeps.!