Hello my dear sweet friends,

Hope that I find you well and ready for a blog catch up, or if are feeling peckish a blog ketchup. No pressure, it’s entirely up to you.

Am a little hung-over today as I had some chums round for my now traditional Doctor Who end of series party.  There wasn’t a dry eye in the house when the Master shuffled of his immortal coil.  Roll on Christmas! 

Anyway, yesterday I popped into Manchester to have a chat with a man about some comedeeeee. However I ended up doing some shopping , which is always a disaster for my bank account as I’m a gadget fiend and tech- lover (see picture of me loving technology) and I  just keep buying stuff that beeps or makes things work faster. Sometimes I get things that beep and work really slowly but that’s another story. So yesterday I decided that I was going to buy some new shirts and leave it at that. However for some reason I ended up with some shirts and a new camera.  Am still not quite sure how it happened, the gadget mists just descended and I was on the train home with another one.  It’s a very nice camera and wasn’t that expensive, especially as it has a seven point three Mega pixie CCD and…

 

But I digress!

 

Of course I really should have been in London at Pride but I couldn’t face getting all soggy. Somebody asked me while I was having a pint in a pub on Canal Street, whether my decision not to go down was informed by the car bomb threats. I told him that two cars not exploding doesn’t  really frighten me. It’s the ones that go bangy- boom that make you shit yourself. Then if you’re standing next to a bangy-boom car when it goes off-perhaps reading the latest edition of Midget Jugs Magazine-you really aren’t going to have a great deal of time to start shitting yourself as it’s probably already flying toward Peru at the speed of sound. So it was just the rain, however I received a text message from a chum who was standing in Trafalgar Square watching Doctor Who on big screens and it was only drizzling a little, so it just goes to show that exploding things and weather are equally unpredictable.

Well chumsters,  I must say you look fantastic today and your hair and buttocks look particularly good.

Toodle Pip!

Ketchup
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