Monday, April 13, 2009
I'm really sorry to disappoint you all. Today was suppposed to be the day of the Big 1K Party. My proudest moment in blogging. As I type these words though salty tears are dripping upon the keyboard, I haven't had a wink of sleep all night.
It's doubly disasterous, as today I have a new follower too, Mandy. She's my 13th. Unlucky for some eh. Sorry, Mandy, I'll give you a proper welcome when I'm feeling more cheerful.
I was feeling jubilent when I went to meet Dave yesterday, then he gave me the news.
"Awlright Bawwry," he said, "you never guess who I bumped into the ovver day?"
I said "who?". He didn't tell me straight away, Dave always makes you spend a few minutes trying to guess, it's always futile, although I did guess it right once, when he's met Ashley Cole in Crazy Larry's.
After a few minutes of guessing, he put put me out my misery. Although, ironically he put me deeper into misery than ever before, "Gill," he said, "Gill? What my Gill?"
"Only she's not your Gill is she Barwrry?" he said with a wink.
Dave, my so called friend, then went on to tell me in tawdry detail of his night with Gill. I was agog.
How could he does this to me? My friend, Dave the roofer!!?
I had to make my excuses and leave, I was feeling sick. I would have punched him too, but I'm a pacifist.
I left the pub and picked up eight cans of Cobra and some Monster Munch for the party today, but I can't go through with it readers, so particular appologies to Mess and Mr Coleman and I know you guys were looking forward to it, but I'm sure you understand?
I texted Amber when I got back, but she didn't respond.
Think I might see if Mum wants to come down from Lincoln later.