Last night at Duckie was smashing.The merchandise whore was sporting a TD t-shirt and explained that he was taking his empire into the market place because his public deserve the best. We ordered mugs and mouse-mats as the t-shirts are only available in white and I eat like a pig. Steve spotted us first because he wasn't wearing his nose jewellery (we were standing on a raised platform scanning noses as they bobbed past). There was much camaraderie as we chatted, got drunk, and watched Mike dancing to Duran Duran. It was a strange feeling taking friendships from the interweb thingy into ‘real life’ but thankfully it resembled nothing like Simone and felt so natural, wholesome and healthy (3 words never before used to describe anything to do with me). You were missed and get well soon.


This afternoon, while Darren toottled around in our garden (arms folded gossiping over the fence with Joan next door), I went for a bike ride down the river Lea tow-path. Lovely sunny weather but a nasty headwind which caused me to get back home knackered. Darren was still in the garden when I returned, hose in hand watering the lawn. I moaned about feeling sweaty so he shut me up by turning the hose on me and making me squeal like a stuck pig. This caused the nosy neighbours to open windows and doors to see what all the commotion was. They hopefully all went back to their sleepy afternoons muttering "it's only those two poofs from 33 mucking around again". Happy Texas is on TV in an hour and it should be full of very offensive and homophobic jokes. Naturally we are gonna watch it and hopefully laugh our tits off.