Remember Me?

Have you missed me? I can tell you something, BT suck major, major donkey dick and they’re the reason I’ve not been online.

The health scare I had is sorted, more or less so that’s a relief. The chap who started the whole drama off at work has been sacked. The reason why? Well when he first started he told everyone he had a severely disabled son and he made great hay out of fundraising for hospitals etc. Not only was he a racist wanker but he utterly made up having a disabled kid and the money was taken in fraud. What an utter tosser!

Things with Charlotte are moving along nicely. We had a lovely evening in London the other week. I decided to surprise her and told her to be at Rochester station at 1400. We got to London (£20 return each! Fucking hell!), and took in the National Gallery which was lovely, and I’ll return to my thoughts on art in a later blog. After that we had an arm in arm stroll around Trafalgar Square and we then wound our way to Leicester Square.

We did a fair bit of people watching before we got hypnotised by the bright lights and loud sounds coming from this place. I loved it, in a sort of horror show kind of way. There were pyjamas, t shirts, pens, cat collars and dog leads (I bought one of those for Milly) and basically just about everything you can think of with the M&Ms logo and characters plastered across them. There are 4 floors of relentless consumerism and the cap on the bottle is the Colour Room, a room filled with tall cylinders of every colour of M&M you can imagine. I resisted the urge to splurge but the way some people were filling bags up with candy was a little frightening.

After that we went to a video games arcade where I was soundly whupped at Mario Kart. From there we wound our way round the streets looking for somewhere to eat. We passed on the eateries in Chinatown, seeing as most of Chinese cooking here is full of grease and all sorts of bad stuff. We were going to go for steak but the first place we checked was prohibitively expensive and the second was massively busy. We settled on an Italian place on Charing Cross Road, and it was very nice indeed. We got our train home after a stroll through town and a full on snog fest in Covent Garden.

Actually, I wont want to go too sugary but I had a conversation with Charlotte earlier. See, her parents are very well off and have taken early retirement and bought a farm in France. This Christmas they’re going on vacation and just so the rest of the family here in Medway eat properly (coz us being adults, we cant cook) have decided to hire a restaurant on Christmas Day  and that now extends to me as well. Being part of a proper couple makes me all warm and fuzzy!