Que?

God. I sound so wanky in my blogs. I've just got in from the pub (Bank Hotel, Newtown) and decided to add to this thing and decided to read the old stuff. Shit. I sound like a public schoolboy. Where did this come from? Next I'll be talking about lashings of lemonade....

This has to stop. Need to type like I talk. Rhyl high School, not Oxbridge.

So, one of those rare Fridays I decide to stay in. Got quite settled. Bag of peanut M&M's Glass of Milk. Simple tastes.

Mr Haygarth calls and demands I go out. Mr pushover here agress and meets a couple of piss heads at the Bank. Manage to look after him and his mate Gwen and get them off in a cab. Bloody hard work. Sobred me up for sure.

Pet Shop Boys and Groove Armarda tomorrow. Lots of fun I reckon. Report to follow.

PS Mand is booking her flights tomorrow. ETA Mid May.