This is the Dog & Bone of one Mr. Eames.

I'm quite clearly unavailable at the present time, for reasons either fair or foul, but most likely a bit of both.
Please do leave your name slash pseudonym and your message after the beep, and i'll endeavour to get back to you at the earliest convenient opportunity.

Cheers.

Dear Diary.

Just got back from Rome...

Please mark this down for years to come as The Day That Will Live In Infamy.

Also known as the Day I Learnt How To Hate Someone I Love.

Fuck you, Arthur. Fuck you so fucking much.

Fuck.

Dear DiaryChronicle of the Fabled Lovelife of one Mr. D. W. Eames,

We just got back last night from a 'Business' meeting in Edinburgh. I say 'we' and I of coure mean myself and Arthur.I've not written for a few weeks. I've not had the chance. I've been incredibly busy fucking Arthur, and just as busy being fucked by Arthur. And kissed. And licked ( Read more... )

Patisserie Valerie is a lovely place to sit and think.

And where a fellow can stuff his face full of whipped cream, strawberries and french cake, whilst mulling over the utter bloody fucking mess that is his lovelife.


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Dearest Planner,

If it wasn't for the fact that my entire life is filled with a mass of illegal activities, and that I don't really desire to become a Wanted Man in my own country and therefore have to leave my perfectly lovely apartment for the rest of time... i'd go to see a Shrink.

I quite possibly need to.

Right now its just gone 4am, and Robert ( Read more... )

Deleting whatthefuckamidoing.docx. Ugh.

Hello, Word Document ( Read more... )

Dear Diary/Planner/Whatever you are,

Bloody Hell.

It never rains but it pours?

For weeks there was nothing to do, I was twiddling my thumbs and passing the time on complete nothingness. And now I feel like one of those bloody suited & booted types down Canary Wharf, needing a Blackberry and a Personal Assistant.

• Arthur has been and gone. (DO NOT WANT ( Read more... )

Shit. Bloody hell. Fuck ( Read more... )

Bloody hell.

Hello again, Planner.

Rather thought i'd mislaid you somewhere between Shanghai and Sao Paolo.

But no, you were afterall the only place I didn't think to look, lodged down behind the liquor cabinet.

Right then, down to business, since business is your primary occupation, isn't it? Being full of very writable paper, and such:

• Meeting with ( Read more... )