MyGoshThat’sALongWordIsn’tIt?

Germany. Fulda. Stardate something blah blah.

WTF?

Now that’s what I call an impressively l-o-n-g word.

I think they mean “Bike Carrier” or something like that.

Doesn’t he smell nice! Smell nice, doesn’t he?

Not that I’m wearing expensive aftershave that my lovely girlfriend bought me for my birthday (yes, an early present!). Mmm. Yummy!

I’d have been happy with just a hug and a kiss.

Still, more than I got for Father’s Day, which was a big bugger all. That, I’m still upset about. But fathers don’t matter, do we?

Time to go to bed…..

What a night! I think it’s time to go to bed after being chased up the road by gigantic dwarves!

I’m not hallucinating! Honest!

Gosh–a hot date?

Wow!

Grattings, indeed. And I am happy she is interesting in me. Er.

But looks like I’m not up for it, as she’s gone and emailed a load of other blokes too.

Oh well.

LOL.

Besides, I have the best girl in the world, who loves me completely and utterly. And I am faithful.

Time ticks on

And so forth etc. On Thursday I depart these shores for someplace else. A lovely few days away with the love in my life. And it’s a big occasion, where I meet everybody that is important. I, apparently, will henceforth be known as “Big Col”. At least it’s not “Ginger lanky bugger”

As they say, Viva Española!

But that would be wrong. Oh god, so wrong.

Shock Horror!

There’s a tune that my girlfriend actually likes!

I must have a sit down.

(pours ice into pants)

Ahhhh, that’s better.

…

Oh dear. I have lost all feeling in the pants.

Titter

Does he?

That and wandering around with a fishing rod.

But…

I have the biggest grin on my face imaginable. Because the woman that loves me is the most beautiful one ever. So so so beautiful, tall, sexy, and gorgeous. And she is all mine. And I all hers. Our love, combined, is infinite. All our love, keeps getting better. Always.

Oh God

85,000 horny women stuffed on the metropolitan line….. Woooo weeeee!

Bus to Ealing Broadway baby, then Central and change south.

Or get a beer, and hope for the best.

See you in the morning!!!!!!!!

(Love you!)

Take this! You Cad!

Well, with my beautiful girlfriend off at a Take This concert this evening with her sister, and probably throwing her knickers at a Mr Robbie Coltrane or whoever he is, it’s left to me to hang about the place being a muppet and doing the washing up.

Mind you, we had a perfect night out last night in Chinatown, munching on squids, chicken with IC7, crispy beef things and a nice bottle of Gewürztraminer 2008. Yum. Well, you have to, when celebrating an important occasion, don’t you? And I’ve learned so much about the origins of Charing Cross. She’s very clever, she is. Which is why I advise you never to play trivial pursuit with her, as you’ll never get a bloody go. LOL! Love you baby! XXXX

No angry rants tonight, people. Just me missing my ClareBear. Still, tomorrow will be lovely when we drift down the Thames on a boat made of planks, to have a lovely lunch at Hampton Court, then wombling up again to Putney for a wander around, seeing where she grew up.

Then it’s pasta and surprises at mine later. Will chillies be involved? Hmmmmmmmm. The answer is the same to the question I posed the other day. And I wasn’t disappointed. Oh no.

And not long now until the other journey to a country far far away, of which we know nothing. I just hope I can survive the invasion! LOL. I have my case. Not packed yet. But it will be.

To the future.

To us.

Forever, darling.