Back to the land of the living! Just in time for the disaster that is Eurovision. I tell myself it's not something I watch, yet every year, I do. I should stop kidding myself. How good was Moldova? If Peter tells you it was my idea to make our own hats out of cardboard he's a liar. I also dont think I've ever been more proud of the whole of the UK ( Read more... )

Well, it's been a while since I even opened this thing. Time gets away with you over the Christmas New Year fiasco. Or it did for me. Between work and this little project I've got going on things got out of hand. I'm so damn glad I didn't have to run off to Alton for Christmas on top of it, that would have been too much.
I wound up spending ( Read more... )

It's funny, I guess today was payback for not telling him sooner. But for all of it, i can't help but feel bad. He took me to meet his grandmother, just a sweet old lady at the airport and one look at her was enough to send me running. I dont know what's wrong with me these days. There's an itch i can't scratch and i feel like i'm tearing half the ( Read more... )

Ah, life and stuff.

Things haven't been very exciting around my end, bar Pete's party of course, where things were absolutely mad house. But that was Stitch's doing, so my point is still valid in a way. Everyone looked amazing, the looks we got were fantastic rolling from one place to the other and seeing half the party in that fountain was fucking ( Read more... )

One thing i learned in the past week is that going to the cinema with Peter Sweet is an interesting occasion.

Should have known it wouldn’t be the normal movie going experience when he managed to get pizza into the screening. And beer.

It went wrong from there.

In some ways i felt like i was fourteen on a date. The hand holding for one. Pete, it ( Read more... )

STITCH.
STITCH.
BERNIE'S FIRST WORD WAS STITCH.