Tuesday Night.

Everyone's in a shouty mood, everyone's appending '-dawg' to each others' names. Debs and I are watching Girl, Interrupted, which reminded me of a timeless classic joke that Allard once made. I won't go into detail but it involved stopping in the middle of a sentence, to much hilarity/incomprehension.

I haven't been writing much recently. Why is this? I have been busy, but not too busy to fit in sleeping and half-hours spent looking out the window. Work hasn't become a chore yet but is running me ragged. I need to remember why I started this blog.

I started this blog because when I am a grown-up I want to write books, grown-up books, like the ones by Dan Brown or Maeve Binchy (who is Ror-dawg's auntie, HOLLA!). I needed some way to keep in practice. If I am going to write a blockbuster novel, with a gripping plot and perhap even a hero who posesses "sharp green eyes and a wit to match" (actual quote, Dan Brown) then I need not to forget how to write.

Things I have forgotten:

1. How to write.
2. Who Christian Slater is.
3. How to cash a till/count a float.
4. How to play the guitar/bass.

Pav and Grace just came home from Native (a club). Grace rubbed her face on my laptop and then on my face. Pav is singing 'don't be fooled by the rocks that I've got, she's still she's still Jenny from the block' to us. I have a feeling someone has been powdering their noses a little much.

I'm having a Hallowe'en dilemma:

Blood?


Cos we all know that I am a gang banger. Thus:


I'll let you know how that pans out.