Baby Been A Bad Blogger

Remember me? I used to post stories here that somewhat resembled the truth about my life. No? You can get in on the ground floor now then.

Facebook has played its part in occupying my time, though what you do with what you find there is what it's really all about - not all that messing around with silly add-ons where vampires fight werewolves. I've discovered new things about people I thought I knew back-to-front. I've discovered common interests with people I only knew slightly well and now we're closer. I've checked out my friends' friends for potential singles and I've been on a semi-date. I've laughed at the female student trying to run her own private escort service, though she's not ugly and her rates are very competitive. I've joined groups for local events and I've introduced myself to a handful of people that will be at The Beastie Boys' Brixton Academy gigs in September. And I'm just getting started...

The rain has abated here, Blair has begun his mission of atonement in the Middle East, Gordon Brown is our new Prime Minister and there's been a "credible" sighting of the missing Madeleine McCann three months after her abduction when most people, like myself, had begun to consider her another tragic statistic.

I had mad insomnia this week but it's better now. Sadly, David Tennant's mother died of cancer. And Kylie Minogue, a waitress on the Titanic in the Doctor Who Christmas Special, was mistaken for an actual waitress during filming in Cardiff. Apparently, an old lady from a nearby hotel asked her if it was too late to still get a cup of tea!

Carry on.