ha.
so i just did the first audition since the break up. it was traumatic to some extent - everything to do with sex and bodies is still all wrapped up with her and hurts like fuck but was rescued when i got to the bit before she wanks and go
"if at any point you feel uncomfortable with me in the room i can always step outside."
to which she replies
"no way, don't go! you're my wanking material."
i roffled.
then i told her not to tell that to her big scary butch girlfriend waiting outside til they were well clear of the building. might sound silly but it was nice to know that someone still wanks over me ;)
last night, we went to the great british beer festival at earls court with
jamboi and others and it was lovely. i got massively, massively drunk.
here is a photograph of jam eating a (very nice)pork and pickle pie, drinking mead and being chauceresque (i can't remember what he was saying but it was something about gappy teeth and lesbians. cheers love.)
doesn't he look happy!
we ended up back at a friend's place in leytonstone (the nice bit) and it turns out her parents moved to Seattle years ago and she lives there with just her brother and their cat on heat, Gramsci. (female cat.) it was ace. there's a spare room there. the cogs have begun to move.
somehow i made it into work and all is going as well as it can be expected. better, in fact.
2nite is my last night of chilling before an extended period of madness lasting until september 10th. the t-shirts and banners for bloodstock are arriving today - hooray! so i'm gonna be flogging a few t-shirts if anyone wants them, they're rather nice:
this weekend there is a caravanning adventure at romney sands. it's going to be brilliant.
x