Of Ebay, Crazy Children and Alton Towers!

It's been a while. Since my last real post that is. What with the flurry of this month and the carnage blackpool wrought on both the mind, body and bank account I've had little time to post on here lately so here's a quick (for me) update.
Ebay has reared it's ugly little expensive head again! I've found myself impulse buyin more tat-n-crap especially DVD's I'll never likely watch nor want... So thanks to Gwen for that!
I've also found out over the weekend that an old (well young) aquaintance has been telling little porkie pies in a vain attempt to sully my good name. Apparently I was 'in love' with this person and 'couldn't stop crying' over him. Hmmm, I'm gonna go ahead and guess that the ego needed a boost on this one and can assure all my readers there's only ever been two big loves in my life - David Lane and Chocolate and I'm sure as hell on good terms with them still lol. So feel free to check your details next time Mr (cos I know you read this still).
Alton Towers was the destination attacked, raped and left bleeding by the club staff yesterday and what a day it was! All of the rides had 20 mins que or none at all so we just kept running onto each and every one. The new ride Rita proved a little scary for Martini who suffered G-Force Cartoon Photographs and Nemesis put a green face on Dom who promptly threw up after getting off (much to everybodys titters). Not one to upset an eager crowd, he risked a quick flight on Air (which is uber cool wheee) by dropping several stomach fulls while still horizontal onto the waiting bay as we parked up. Everyone was crying with laughter and even the crowds waiting go on applauded his performance. To see puddles of sick falling behind your feet is most bizarre but rewarding all the same! Ended the day on the water rides and got soaked from two flume visits and a (rather tame) river rapids. Heaters on all the way home! Piccys to follow!
In other news Dicky made another flying visit to Mr Hospital and his camera friend (ick), Adam has attracted even more members of club staff, Ricky got promoted at potato land extending his reign over the food court kingdom, NeeNee returned from his jaunt in Corfu looking like Donatella Versace (we missed you babe), I met Danielle from Urban Cookie Collective (and seemed to be the only one appreciative of such choons) and Martin Foote has remerged onto the scene after his african adventure less folically challenged and more tanned!
Proper (HA!) update later this week but for now the trafford centre calls!

Ferme La Bouche xx