What a night

Ultimatly, it was fairly shit. I was on my own(not including evil cat) BUT I was having the most amazing conversations with people via the medium of MSN!

It all started when I was in the huff because the person I was meant to see wasnt there(it later transpired she'd fell asleep. Handy to know, 4 hrs after we were meant to meet)

So I came online, signed in and was all geared up for a lonely night in front of the LCD.

And there were others! On a Saturday night! At home!

I rejoiced, for I was not the only sad bastard around.

And so it began.

Vanessa was the first. Leonard Cohen was our beginning topic. And from there we covered masses of music, my evil cat, her friends unfortunate situation(not my place to discuss any further) and moving to London.

Over the course of the night, a few people were on and offline, but the man of the hour was Mark. One of my favorite people at this moment in time. Wonderful bloke. Terribly inflicted with that most henious of ailments: Crippling Shyness. Something I can relate to.

Our conversations this evening ranged from: "your face, two bob and a blunt ended-spoon" to shit parents, to MySpace, to music, to drugs, to being drunk, to getting drunk together, to going on the pull, to my stalker, and other stuff besides.

The man is a legend. You never get a boring conversation with the man Mark. There is always something else to discuss. In my absence(and it will happen in a couple of weeks) I will miss our monumental chats about, essentially, fuck all. But once I am back in the mix, all hell shall be broken loose and the keyboard shall get the same levels of abuse once again.

Yes indeed.


And then Katie came online and fucked the moment.