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What a shitty week! Still, over now. Have celebrated by wearing new green top and brown gypsy skirt. Was supposed to look floaty and autumnal. To my mind, makes me look like a fat little Wood Elf, although Smiler likenned me more to Queen Victoria. Also, I think I might be in trouble for still being friends with Pooroll - apparently we were all supposed to snub her when she didn't turn up for her last day, as opposed to have a go at her for making people upset and then let bygones be bygones... you know, like grown ups do.
In non Spidershit news, Wonderful Things are going on with Hubby and his films. The later ones might be shown on Sky! :) Hopefully I'll soon be able to give up on this whole Job malarky, become a Kept Woman and write all day...

Have a list of Firsts -

First entered this world - January 4th, 1980, in Pontypool. I promptly forgot to breathe and turned blue. There's little else to do in Pontypool.

First Word - Apparently it was 'no'.

First Memory - Having a tummy bug, eating a strawberry, then throwing up.

First Pet - A one eyed cat called Puss. Belonged to my Mum and predated me.

First Crush - Cheetara from Thundercats (yes, I know she's a girl. I was only 7!)

First Boyfriend - David Morley. Again, I was 7. (Don't worry, so was he!) He liked Thundercats too, and because he was a ginge he'd be Liono. We both liked The Real Ghostbusters too, but I didn't like playing that because Janine was the only girl, and she never got to do anything.

First Proper Kiss - A Scout called Edward at Guide Camp. I was 13.

First Time Drunk - On holiday with my folks in France. Befriended a 19 year old Dutch girl (I was 15) and we got very, very drunk together. I was then incredibly ill. In a tent. With my parents. Not good.

First Night Clubbing - Rock City in Nottingham, after my GCSEs. Again, got incredibly drunk and was ridiculously ill the next day.

First Job - The Cookie Jar in Nottingham's Victoria Centre (now Millie's). I earned £3 an hour and got to take any left over cookies home.

First Car - still driving it! A clapped out ancient turquoise Fiat Cinquecento. Has done very well, considering, but I think it's nearing the end of its life now.


Bored of that now. Still excited about tomorrow. Should be fun. And shall attempt to get some scribbling done thenicht.