dylan

I planned to reply to people's comments and wish all you nice people a Happy Christmas, but this computer is so bloody slow it'd take me all day, and I'm not exaggerating. I logged onto the internet 15 minutes ago and it's only just loaded up this page. So...Happy Christmas to you all, I hope you have a good one

Also, I got a fantastic present from a Secret Santa, and once I get onto a computer that bloody well works, I'm going to do some detective work and find out who you are. I know that the postcode was from Ireland, which narrows it down considerably, and (this is where the real Miss Marple bit comes in) I found a long long long black hair stuck to the sellotape. Ha! I'll find you yet. In the mean time, if you read this, I think I love you thank you so much I'm wearing both the toe socks (they feel really weird) and the leopard print earmuffs (you wouldn't believe how long I have wanted a pair of these), and I ate all the chocolate (though I made the mistake of offering one to my mum and she took the Baileys one, dammit). I'm also wearing the hat, it's cosy and you're awesome. It's hiding my insanely bad hair day. I look a bit like Noel Fielding underneath, which is good if you're Noel Fielding (mmm...) but otherwise not so much.

Speaking of bad hair, if you were someone who builds motorbikes and you had a box of rubber gloves, where would you keep them? I know there are some in this house somewhere and I want to redye my hair without turning my hands green (...again).