Darren's family had a dog called Chance. A lovely big spaniel who left slobber on your pants after he'd said hello. Chance died yesterday, heart attack, old age etc, and now he's buried in the back garden. I like to think that Barry, Sheena and Boo Boo (Edward's predecessors on my side of the family) met Chance at the gates of doggy heaven and they all ran off into the sunny meadow leaping for butterfly's. *sobs at that mental image*
Darren supports Everton and they were beaten by Arsenal last night, 7-0, so he had a pretty shitty day yesterday. However, it's sunny today and we're off to Blackpool tonight for a weekend of sea air and northern food so things can only get better.

As someone who always likes a tidy room I found this compelling. Like watching a car smash - hypnotizing. Apparently she's addicted to ebay.

News from Ekaterinberg reaches me that cnuty German label Hugo Boss made what they considered a generous VE day offer to Russian veterans of a 10% discount on their suits. One veteran described the move as deranged, a fair reaction since it would need a 90% reduction to bring a Boss suit within reach of Ekaterinburg pensioners.

Gay boy goes to prom with straight male friend. Straight male friend wears dress (and reckons he looks like Marilyn Monroe). School has hissy fit.