HOT CHILD IN THE CITY

The weather has been nothing short of peachy keen recently, which probably means now I've said that, it will pelt down with rain until next July.

On Saturday, David, Jon and myself went out - Stewart slyly booked a holiday to Germany and Eastern Europe and headed off that morning. David was trying to be coy about his new l'amour, he works for Clinique and I'm pestering David to get some face scrub for me but he ain't biting, well he may be but he wasn't going to kiss and tell - much!!! At the end of the night, I was somehow walking home with Rob (Wandering Palms) He's easy to talk to and is actually very funny - either that or I was very drunk. Rob is back seeing my neighbour Craig and it was very sweet when he opened up about their relationship and I realised that we have quite a bit in common, I don't fancy him at all but as a sidenote, he also knows the hunka spunk who is practically perfect who came into the bank the other week so I'm keeping in his good books!

Then, last night, Cam, Jon and myself walked into town for a wee shindig and shake of our shammy it was a warm night and I was fortunate enough to see the hottest guy on the planet that Rob was talking about on Saturday, he was walking in the opposite direction but looked like he'd just been banged and let me tell you, he was fffffffffine! Dels was like a greenhouse it was so warm so after a few drinks we left to go next door to the Polo. Rachel, Cam's flatmate made us some killer cocktails and shots that went down a treat and cooled me down. At one point I thought I was going through the change of life but thankfully Rachel's Cranberry Chiller did the trick.

We headed downstairs and as the club got busier I noticed a girl I used to kick around with. She and I had a falling out 6 years ago and afterwards we spoke when we saw each other then she went a bit funny and whenever she saw me she always shouted "I fucking HATE him" and basically being a dick throwing insults at me. She was also and possibly is best friend's with an ex of mine. Anyway she fell out with me originally cos she found out I told someone she was a hooker - which she was and although I realise the error I made, there's too much water under the bridge I think etc blah blah etc. Well I clocked her and for the first time in a long time felt unsure of myself. She's an unpredictable girl but thankfully I'm a stronger person now than I was 6 years ago and after a few minutes, my pulse rate returned to normal and I regained my Joan Collins/Joan Crawford/Bette Davis composure. However when she noticed me, she did a quick turn round - thankfully Cam and Jon were on hand for support if required but nothing came of it and she left soon after. It all came flooding back to when we were friends and let me just say I'm glad that chapter of my life has passed and I can deal with it, because if it wasn't for my past actions or decisions, I wouldn't be where I am today - if that makes sense.

The rest of the night passed uneventfully other than the fact that we all got rip roaring drunk and I was chatting to John who does the karaoke about what else, Bette Davis! This afternoon, I made a venture to the sauna as it's been ages since I've had any dick and what else is a girl to do if she's got a day off?! I spent a few hours being a naughty boy, I also managed to fall up the stairs and then fall into the jacuzzi and scrape my ankle, at first I thought I couldn't put any weight on it and was in a slight tizz as how can I explain to people that I hurt myself, stepping into a jacuzzi at the gay sauna where I was trawling for cock?! Thankfully, it was alright after I'd sat down for a bit. Although that's like the time when my friend Lyndsey the nurse met a woman in the hospital who had an orange stuck up her fru-fru and she had the audacity to say she was hanging her curtains and fell in the fruit bowl.