ok. so it was my birthday again yesterday: and to celebrate we went out for a meal and a night on the town in fancy dress. my house dressed up as the village people. I was the Red Indian one, Jonny was the builder, Ric was the army one and Joe was the gay one.
So we went into this restauraunt, in full village person attire, and i went up to the guy and said "Table for 12, please".
And the guy said "Have you got a reservation?".
I gave him an extra tip for that: it's pure genius.

ok, i meant to post this yesterday, but i was too tired. still am but hey, i'm awake now
i went to an awards ceremony yesterday: held at the Slazenger factory for some reason (i think they sponsored it) and we had a presentation in the morning, followed by lunch, followed by a tour of the factory, followed by the prizegiving.
Needless to say, I won, but the presentation in the morning was booooor-ing. The lunch was quite cool, it was sandwiches on platters like but i ended up chatting up this well hot judge who i fancied (i think that's why i won). Then the tour of the factory was quite interesting. They pump nitrogen into the balls to make them high pressure inside so they bounce better! Also, we had to wear these protective eardefender things with little speakers in so we could hear the tour guide. even so: it was hard to hear him - they were making quite a racket in the factory.

These guys are nutjobs.

I tell you what though, they've gotta have balls to have done that.

A vivacious but vacuous girl said to me today:

"will you sign a petition to stop AIDS?"
i winked at her

omg
I've been building up to having the most relaxing bath for like a week or so and i've bought candles and bath oils and bubble bath. I even cleaned the bath. It was gonna be tonight too. The sixth night before my birthday. Perfect. Or so I thought. But some absolute rotter has gone and removed the plug - aware of my plan no doubt; so i had to have a shower.
:-(
how bathetic

omg
I've been building up to having the most relaxing bath for like a week or so and i've bought candles and bath oils and bubble bath. I even cleaned the bath. It was gonna be tonight too. The sixth night before my birthday. Perfect. Or so I thought. But some absolute rotter has gone and removed the plug - aware of my plan no doubt; so i had to have a shower.
:-(
how bathetic

sorry, i was drunk on saturday and i didn't mean what i said: sorry for leading you on. i feel bad and it'd probably be best if we never spoke again - to that end i'm leaving manchester to goto liverpool and stowaway on the first ship to the states

oh my god! i'm just like solomon!
how weird is that?