poedelaire

Well, I'm drunk n philosophical. At first there was the word. And the word was " Fuck I'm hungry, where can I get a kebab!"

I've had my son's friends over this evening. They are all from the same family, and there was 7 of them, which isn't all. But they were lovely, especially the smaller ones. Adam has dyspraxia, and is usually a bit obnoxious, but tonight he was like a typical 8-year old. And Allie and Angela (yes ALL their names begin with 'A') were especially cute (as all 4 and 5 year olds are). It's very humbling to have them here, and the perfect antidote to the slmy bastards we've had on TV for the last couple of weeks. I'll be glad when the Erections (sic) over.

Vote Bastard.

It's fun to have the little sweeties here, and it's so much more real than these twats we have to put up with.

I miss being in love. Sigh...

Not that that's been anything but a pain in the arse.

Anyway, good luck City tomorrow,

Drink up ye cider
Drink up ye cider
For tonight we'll marry be
We'll turn the milk churns over
And roll 'em in the clover
The corn's 'alf cut and so be we!

Bless!