  Happy monday everyone - Todays title is a Darren Hayes reference. More on that later! Am thankfully and miraculously feeling fresh as a daisy dispite my packed weekend: Friday - Met Sue Ellen for drinks after work with all his media luvvie friends, then we went to the ever gorgeous Lynettes for a dinner party (Read:got drunk as skunks, totally mashed up, and danced on the window ledge for the amusement of Brixton bus station, followed by us collapsing and Glinda humping the sofa in her sleep. ) We also saw some junkies in Brixton shooting up - my first addicts! But the evening was fantastic and the lady deserves a gold medal in hostessing. Saturday - Woke up bloody early due to the beast that is the Brixton clock. Couldn't move until we'd had at least two cups of tea (which we sent Glinda off to do, best to keep her in her place) and a generous helping of Tarte au Citron (Home baked by Sue-Ellen of course. I always knew she'd use her GCSE Home economics one day). Then went home and monged in front of UK Golds Bill weekend for a bit, it was much better when it was half an hour long. This was deftly followed by a jaunt into town to meet my mates Ian, Derv and Warren and go drinking (which we did with gusto). Ended up in Bar Code Via Shinky Shonky and then back at Dervs house for a chill. Saturday then blurred into... Sunday - We got home from being out at 9:30 am, Glinda appeared around the same time with three clicks of her Ruby Slippers - I got the bus.
Would have gone to bed but we decided carrying on drinking was a better idea (I was put in my place by Glindas command of "get me a vodka bitch!"). Much vodka, wine, CD burning, Dominos pizza, CSI double bill, Most Haunted, Darren Hayes and a nice massage later (the last two bits thanks to the talented man that is Adam - sexy Cock-er-ney that he is. Well when I say thanks I mean more for the massage than orgasming every time Mr Hayes Appeared on TV.
And the song's now stuck in my head) and we went to bed about 12, after I'd had to catch the big spider and throw it out cos Mark was shrieking like a girl. Mum, was back from holiday as well this weekend, so It was good to speak to her after a week. I am a complete Mummys boy after all. Cloggy the Ghost 
