Ah, the boys of summer. Where in the name of arse are they? Actually where in the name of arse is summer? Whoever said 'It can't rain all the time' has clearly never even heard of TownWhereILive. It never stops. I swear to god it's rained 99% of the time since I moved back from London. The pots and baskets my Dad planted to beautify our drive are on the verge of drowning and come to think of it, so am I.

The thought of waking up every sodding morning and having to face another day of pouring b*stard rain just makes me SO unwilling to actually get out of bed.

I've been reading a lot (more) about the West Memphis 3 lately. This case scares the pants off me, not only because of the UTTER disgrace of it all due to total lack of evidence but also because these guys are my age, they had the same interests I had and when you look at the satanic panic that took them down, that could have been me, or my friends, or any of the boys I went out with at 17. Lets hope that the next few months bring the justice they so ultimately deserve. Damien Echols is a total wonder - I could not, would not be that serene, patient and forgiving in the situation he is in. He is. www.wm3.org - know the truth.

In other news, a fabulous weekend was had! Friday I went for a 'quiet' drink with TheAussie and HCH. This culminated in our friend Alan getting punched by some heinous ChavBoy, merely because we (and he) objected to ChavBoy's insistence on calling TheAussie 'a c*nt'. I hear that ChavBoy got his comeuppance on Saturday avo, and so karma prevails. The night ended at Cleaners house, chatting to HBIL on Facebook til 3am, during which time he declared himself to be in love with my reproductive system (looooonng story that one, geeky too), gave me his phone number, and possibly took yours truly up on the offer of getting drunk under a table somewhere.

I don't know what is going on in that beautiful man's head, I don't know if he's even remotely interested in me in THAT way, but my god I could spend weeks just chatting to him. You'd have to blindfold me though because if I started looking at him I'm pretty sure I'd never want to stop.

Saturday was a wonderful party to celebrate Miss Cleaner's 30th birthday. And the sun shone! The whole time! Great company, great food, many laughs, many beers, many too many of Juju's infamous vodka jellies and another 5am bedtime. Followed by an HOUR of dishwashing the following morning. Remind me again why I stayed over? Oh that's right, because I didn't realise the time til 2:30am, and you can't get a taxi in TWIL for love or money after midnight.

Am also crushing madly on GuitarBoy at work. This guy is GORGEOUS. big brown eyes, rock hard abs, long dark hair, plays some wicked guitar, flirts with me (I think). Oh, and is 20. WHY? 10 years older and he would seriously be my perfect man (well, joint perfect with HBIL naturally!).

Am now right and fully sick of being single. Seriously, I've got the proper hump with it. Although that's probably just today and I shall be fine by the morning / weekend / lunchtime tomorrow. Who knows. Must be feeling generally restless because I am also coveting new tattoo's and piercings.

I have spent the last couple of months completely overdoing it, melting the candle at all the ends as well as in the middle and generally wearing myself out. This coming weekend, I have no plans. None. Well, except for lunch with my Mother and Grandmother on Saturday, but no GOING OUT plans. And I don't think I like it.... But I refuse to socialise in TWIL for a week or two (see ChavBoy incident above) and could seriously do with keeping my pennies for Amsterdam at the end of the month.

That's enough for now - tis bedtime. So a sweet 'goodnight' to you all. Lets hope the sun shines soon, figuratively as well as literally.

Love ya!
A x