Lads,
Apologies for my absence, and also my absess which has turned rather ugly, but I'm skimming on the surface of the real world right now, and just managed a quick log-in.
You tw*ts!!
Where am I going to get a new set of trousers this time of night without arousing serious suspicions and the ugly head of sex amongst the locals? Not to mention my pants.
I have never, ever, known anyone named Raoul. Apart from.....oh God, it's so sad. It's springtime now, and new shoots are springing forth in the garden. Terrible, terrible shoots...
H