Of Fame, Fortune, And Big Hats...

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Of Heaters, Maison de Homo and A Gay...

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One is on a bit of a high at the moment. It may have something to do with us just signing papers to move into our new apartment in Etruria Court!!! "Etruria?" I hear you cry (albeit faintly and imaginary...). Yup, there's a whole new development plan down on Etruria Lakes (cos' if you put nature in the title it's posh!) and attached are a few piccies of our new gaff. Taken next thursday and friday off and hired a van (I have enough things to warrent a van now you see) so it's all go next week. We're now trying to figure out
a) Chloe, although she seems to be on time share with a little old lady called maureen a few doors down.
b) the fact that my settee covers a huge gaping hole in the wall from where I removed that (ridiculously heavy) storage heater last summer from in my lounge and how to blag it to Aspire that it was always there and
c) balancing the old accounts to make sure we can still be comfortable on holiday and cover two rents during my months notice. All in all though it all seems pretty doable. I suppose the only thing to say is keep your peepers peeled for the party invites although a no smoking bar has already been actioned (sorry Martini/Dom/Tom/Charlie etc).
Needless to say A Gay didn't take the news in the best way possible. Martini thinks that me not being within striking distance for a gossip and a brew could tarnish his social life but I reminded him of our spare bedroom (WE HAVE A SPARE BEDROOM, SACK THAT WE HAVE ROOM!!!) and also the fat it is just two minutes drive to his work for tea on the way home. But I'm sure he's happy for us really.
Well I'm going to go calm down and plan the ikea shop (we're doing that on the friday too) so ta taa for now folks.

B xXx

Of Canals, Pigs Blood and Chicken Ribs...

THE FANTASTIC FOUR: ROBERTO VON VODKA, MR DANCER, LADY TITWORTHY AND ELASTIC BOI!
THE ONLY TIME JAMIE WILL LOOK TALLER THAN ME...

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Hola and good afternoon gentle folk of world wide basis. Being as I'm about the only soul up and about with the ability to sit at a computer desk today without a seizure allow me to fill in on the weekends shenanigans!
Arrived in manchester at 12ish yesterday for a quick shopping spree (funky pants, beanie and vest thy name is H&M) and off to the hotel for pre night drinkies. After seeing Miss Lunt and Dave Lane mincing the streets (of the northern lands) and more showers than a MFI sale we set too in bars like Via Fossa (all stairs, no floor) AXM (apple sourz but stronger woop!) Churchills (think the tuns if Ruby had cash) Spirit (pretty but quiet) and Queer (a la meat market). However at 1am and after trying to keep the pace with hardened drinkers I found myself chowing down on McTuckys chicken and spitting ribs out all over the street heading back to the hotel. Once there I (apparently) promptly passed out on the bed only to have Rob, Jamie and Kim "worry" about me as they proceeded to strip me, throw water over me, tickle my feet and laugh at my boxers. Thank God for the NHS...
This morning I was fresh as a daisy as the others complained of pounding heads, churning tummies and little appetite as I tucked into a greasy spoons breakfast (I must have been hungry, I ate black pudding!). An OJ and a mocha frappucino later and we were back in stoke on the peasant wagon home nursing my Bobbys hangover.
It's the cinema again tonight for 'Fun with Dick and Jane' with the old gang so will just leave with a BON ANNIVERSAIRE to Mr Stroponstoke (hen pecking hubby of Miss Tiara Stroponstoke).

Toodle Pip!

Wings xXx

Of Passports, House Hunting and Bombshells...

MAYBE I OVERDID THE BLOND...
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Howdy all! As promised another update before the first child is due...
Has a really good night in last night fuelled with strawberry laces, cookies, sherbert spaceships, marshmellows and vodka. Martini, Tom (the new squeeze), Dom, Madam and Aaron came round for a long overdue film night to watch 'The Broken Hearts Club'. Hugely underestimated film that no doubt Sherrin can recite off by heart because it has more than the odd homo in it. Sweet film if you watch it. Which I'm glad I did so with Rob a few nights back as the others only saw the titles and the credits due to lots of jaw (and wrist) flapping. Plenty to catch up on.
Also viewing a few more places and registering with more agencies tomorrow for our new pad so fingers crossed there (and an afternoon booked off work!) if anything more QT with my Bobby :)
After much resistance I have also finally unleashed my blond streaks again. Feeling the need to embrace the impending British summer (all 6 1/2 hours of it) I decided to leave the dark winter look in the bathroom and emerged a thorough surfer hair poof - woop!
All in anticipation for the holiday of course (7 weeks toay) which you will all no doubt hear plenty of AND be updated on while we're away as there's web access. I spy green eyes. Actually more relaxed now as my passport has finally returned even if I do look like the caption underneath should read 'I won't bomb your country honest' but who has a good passport pic? Okay, flashback there for a mo' thinking of Patsy from Ab Fab in the one where... never mind...
Off to the swimming baths now then a sunbed to start getting the real beach look in shape. Hope everyone is dandy fine and please start posting on here again. If I don't keep feeding my social life it will roll over and die :( (stropon, Ade, Muffin et al)

Wings xXx