Well it's been a while. Bit of an understatement but life suddenly got a little hectic. Finally finished at the OU. I'm sure it's like child birth, people would never study again if the pain of each course didn't fade with time. Not this one - I'm getting a tattoo. To remind me. In balance some joyous occurrences; reforming of the Specials being one and in particular Tezza Hall at the 100 Club. The addition of Ella Bella the psychic dog meaning more lovely walks on the Heath and Daniel K at the Regents Park Open Air Theatre reminded me my stalking days aren't over. Slapper's moved to Beverley with the boys, Ms P is out n about with the Seeds again and Sary n Gam have emigrated. To Dundee. Finally quit my job and move out of the much loved flat at the weekend leaving behind Mr S - the fattest squirrel in all squirrel land, who now, thanks to a bad case of tail mange looks like the fattest rat in all rat land. The new owners are going to get a wee surprise when he comes a-tapping at the window. Come Sunday I'm officially not the littlest hobo but one all the same. Natalie Flatley's wedding tomorrow. How do you get to Bromley? And more to the point how do you get home again?
Oh and it's 46 days to blast off...
Listening to: tap dancing tracks for Mars
Reading: train timetables
Photo: Hackney Marshes - just because it's a grey miserable day outside
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