I'm not a great one for writing down my dreams; usually I've forgotten them by the time I've gotten up to switch the alarm off, but I did want to make a note of one I had a few nights ago.

I don't want to forget her. The girl in my dream. The girl who, for those few brief moments before I woke up, was mine and I was hers.

We were outside, slow ( Read more... )

Just sitting here thinking about all my school friends, and all the many many relationships that each of them have had over the years. Some are married now, some have had kids, but they've all been with someone at some point or other.

But not me. And only not me. And I'm 26 years-old and when most of them were half the age I am now they'd already ( Read more... )

Another year, another trip up to Milton Keynes to wander round the football stadium and meet some famous people. Not as cold as usual, this year, but the place is still a wind tunnel when there's a breeze going.

Anyway, piccies! And as I'm always very nervous when meeting all these wonderful people I decided to start with one who I'd met before and ( Read more... )

Who'd be a dog?


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So I had my second ever, um...I suppose 'breakdown' is as good a word as any today. Also 'hysterical screaming rant', that's a bit more accurate. And, as with the first one about five years ago, it was brought on by my sister.

I should explain - I tend not to get angry. At least, not so's anyone would notice. I get angry, but inside. More than one ( Read more... )

Oh dear. Me looking pretty awful.


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Well, I didn't get anywhere near Patrick Stewart. Got there at 12, as he was the only person I was planning to met and thinking he'd be there til the end. He left at two. No autograph for me - just a brief glimpse of that shiny head moving at speed away from hundreds of disappointed people. Apparently he had a plane to catch - have to wonder why he ( Read more... )

...and a merry old soul was he! "Hello hello hello!"


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So I served this chappy first thing on Saturday, and he was quite pleasant considering it was 8.30 a.m. and I really don't wake up until around 10.30. Handed over his stuff, watched him head for the stairs...then he stopped, and came back to the counter. Oh dear. What did I forget to put in the bag now ( Read more... )