This was last week which I wrote at work. Now Alan has left, Simone is off the boil and I'm left wondering how genuine I am these days after an argument with Lucy last night which made me angry with myself and relieved we finally blew our steam. I feel somewhat immature about it all, doing the 'I know I am but what are you?' routine.... Left Heathrow Wetherspoon's patrons' with something to go home and talk about anyhow. Spoke to Dad last night and got the fatherly wisdom which I think I needed, which I suppose in way can be usually right. Then spoke with Lindsey and sorted out more and then sorted out us. Got a lot of stuff off my chest last night and hope to continue stepping in the right direction from now on. Anyhow as I said below is last week, I guess I took door number 2 Bob!

So I'm here thinking it's spring in London and it's still bloody cold outside and the trees although with some leaves on them, are quite dead. It is evolutionary possible that all season's across the world need to be forwarded a month to keep up with the strange times. Lindsey has just arrived back from South Africa looking a little brown and leaving me a little envious of the sunshine she received.
My good mate Alan is heading back to Sydney next week and there is a house party in his honour. I shall miss the scoundrel, known him for longer then 10 years and it's been great to have a long time friend here in London, lets just hope Liv can fill his shoes, I think she gets back this Saturday too from her Contiki, so I'm sure it will be a great night.
Thing is I'm taking the lovely Simone with me this Saturday, ohhh you not heard of Simone yet??? Maybe it's been the reason I haven't been updating as frequently, or maybe I'm just lazy and couldn't be bothered to let you tell you about my drivel, which you all find a great amusement source.
Prince Harry? C'mon you can do better.
Simone is South African, whom I met at Faithless in December last year and we have kept in contact since. It isn't serious, but it could be see.... Which brings me to the dilemma of...
1) Oh my god.. no more sex stories to amuse you people over with!
2) Do I really make this decision
3) Yippee about bloody time.


The soft folds of life also has its creases.