The News at 5.45

Hello I'm Peter Scissorhands. Do you remember the news at 5.45, that's going back a bit. I emailed my stalker today and surprise surprise his email address doesn't exist. Someone has been winding me up - the devils! Hardly a surprise, but still marginally disappointing, especially when combined with the fact that the fit, handsome ½ Italian lad I was chatting up last night gave me a fake email address too (sob, sob) to coin a phrase spoken by a gold coloured camp robot 28 years ago, "I seem to be made to suffer. It's my lot in life". Boo hoo!

Anyhew, you can't accuse me of not blogging. I have blogged over 3500 words this week (which is a bit sad when you think that my report on the Contraction of the Bovine Fallopian Tube at university had to be 7000 words long and that was documenting 6 months work and I have written half of that documenting two weekends of drunkenness.

Welcome James, the more the merrier, you won't know this but I blog on a different blog, its the daddy of this blog but Karen got all upset when she someone said nasty (but funny) things about her so started up this one. And then Rich stopped blogging so it tends to be just be which is a little dull (unless you're an imaginary Somersetian called Darren). You can read my bloggings here.