Well well well kiddies, it's been a long long while since I did the whole 'write a journal saying what you've been up to' thing. Let me see if I can remember how.
I suppose the biggest thing is I'm now 27. 27. Christ. Roll that number around in your mouth a bit and let it simmer. It's ok though, I'm still mid-twenties because it's closer to 25 than it is 30 and I'll cut anyone who argues otherwise. I had a grand old time for my birthday, myself and Fanny gathered the usual throng, this time to go here for jazz, fedoras and cocktails. It's a shame no decent pictures turned up, because I looked fucking dapper as fuck. A grand time was had by all, the place was awesome, I got nicely sozzled, people bought me lovely presents, Cakemix got me a special birthday card (
) and I can really think of no better way to celebrate another year on this earth than in the company of such a bunch of magnificent bastards as you all (well the ones who were there, anyway). Seriously, the fact that so many of you came out for it touches me on a slightly naughty level.
Also, Moira has made me aware how very remiss I am for not mentioning my recent sojourn to Brighton. It was lovely, I got thoroughly sozzled on Aspells Cider (which Caramel still doesn't believe I actually like) and Jack Daniels, celebrated the birthday of one Midwinter, saw the usual Brighton posse (yeah bitch, I have a posse, Big Poppa Creamy rolls 5 deep biznatch) and thoroughly disgusted many eavesdroppers by discussing some of the horrors of the Internet and custom-made scat videos with Moira. It was good times.
Other than that, things continue as normal. Teenagers continue to honk my name like mildly retarded seals as if it were some magical talisman capable of dispelling acne and idiocy at work, Adam does much the same at home (only with better skin) and I need to figure out how best to make time to watch my friends take all their clothes off come April (I think). Other than that, I hope to be seeing a bunch of you in a couple of weeks in London, and then come March in Birmingham. Look after yourselves
P.S. I'm with Anonymous. You should be too.
I suppose the biggest thing is I'm now 27. 27. Christ. Roll that number around in your mouth a bit and let it simmer. It's ok though, I'm still mid-twenties because it's closer to 25 than it is 30 and I'll cut anyone who argues otherwise. I had a grand old time for my birthday, myself and Fanny gathered the usual throng, this time to go here for jazz, fedoras and cocktails. It's a shame no decent pictures turned up, because I looked fucking dapper as fuck. A grand time was had by all, the place was awesome, I got nicely sozzled, people bought me lovely presents, Cakemix got me a special birthday card (
) and I can really think of no better way to celebrate another year on this earth than in the company of such a bunch of magnificent bastards as you all (well the ones who were there, anyway). Seriously, the fact that so many of you came out for it touches me on a slightly naughty level.Also, Moira has made me aware how very remiss I am for not mentioning my recent sojourn to Brighton. It was lovely, I got thoroughly sozzled on Aspells Cider (which Caramel still doesn't believe I actually like) and Jack Daniels, celebrated the birthday of one Midwinter, saw the usual Brighton posse (yeah bitch, I have a posse, Big Poppa Creamy rolls 5 deep biznatch) and thoroughly disgusted many eavesdroppers by discussing some of the horrors of the Internet and custom-made scat videos with Moira. It was good times.
Other than that, things continue as normal. Teenagers continue to honk my name like mildly retarded seals as if it were some magical talisman capable of dispelling acne and idiocy at work, Adam does much the same at home (only with better skin) and I need to figure out how best to make time to watch my friends take all their clothes off come April (I think). Other than that, I hope to be seeing a bunch of you in a couple of weeks in London, and then come March in Birmingham. Look after yourselves
P.S. I'm with Anonymous. You should be too.
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disco:
Gutted I missed yr birthday old chap! Hope yr well. I might see you on Saturday if I figure out trains and such like!
rdpixie:
If I ever get my Tesco Value disposable camera developed I will send you the photos! 