Scary Guy From Puru is Watching You!

Just got to my charming internet cafe for some quality internet time. Usually the same guy on the counter, havent seen him for a while, asked him whether he as been on holiday. He has been. He had a good time. Anyway small talk over I said I wanted the internet. He asked which PC I wanted. I told him i wanted number three or number four. He said number four. I say thank you very much. Took my seat.

South American guy couple of seats down looks at me and says "numbr three number four... thank you very much"

Now he is looking at my post

Oh my god why is he stood there?

Publish damn it publish

X Marks The Spot

X marks the resing place of my old home. The X Building with its rampaging crazy residents (who all lived close to my flat) is no longer my home. It is goodbye to the neighbour on the right who was grumpy and the new one who smoked pot in the hallway. The neighbour on left who thought he was a Sex Pistol. The neighbours below who tried to kill each other. The neighbours above who (very badly) sang Coldplay "Fix You" to the car park on Pall Mall at two in the morning. The spaniards accross the hall who bore too much chest hair. I dont live in their building any more. I have moved. Still in the city. But not in the crazy building. I will miss it.

The Editor came over to help me move and we treated ourselves to a meal at Alma De Cuba which was nice. Then we sat in and watched the apprenctice. The Editor likes Michelle. I dont see it. Her hair is too lifeless.

Anyway... I have a new flat! And it has a mezzanine floor.

Ladies Day Comes To Liverpool

Well actually Aintree is in sefton but we (yes it is we now) are going to claim it for the Liverpudlians like. Anyway...
It was ladies day yesterday!!!
I thought I would go out for a walk about 8ish last night. Nothing to do so I thought I would check up on the town. Just as I left the building it started to rain. And rain and oh my god it rain. Going will be soggy to middling today. Nevertheless I continued with my walk and I happened upon the ladies from the races with their beautiful dresses, flamboyant (right word?) hats and strappy shoes. I took comfort in the fact that they were wet through as well and at least my mascara (right spelling?) had not run leaving me looking like Alice Cooper.

For those who know. I am not in the dodgy place.