No talk recently, (5)
Ignoring the signs I make, (7)
Who is losing out? (5)

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Your mother.

Summer has now began people! I have to admit, the “pre-summer” activities were better than my first two days of summer. Ok, ok, it’s only been two days since everywhere broke up (properly) and yes, I only have £24.49 to spend (and save for London, please mum, give me some more!) > Nah, I can’t keep asking her for money, it’s not fair at all. So my last blog post was a poem (surprise, surprise, Romeo has been at it again) and this one actually has a little haiku I thought I’d write (took like 30 seconds) for some reason (god knows what goes through the space that is called my head).

My blogs a mess, well these real blog posts (which is what a blog is supposed to have) are poorly constructive. But do I give a monkeys? No. Onto other news, Jake has now left for concentration camp.. I mean Costa Del Aids (Costa Rica, boo hoo). I probably won’t see him now until after summer because when he gets back, I go away. Did I tell you that I’m going to the motherland on holiday, yeah I’m going to Cyprus (and I thought Cyprus wasn’t in Greece, what?). I have emailed a few clubs to try and get a slot in them while on holiday although I highly doubt my mum will let me (she did say I should, as a joke it turns out, fool). Shame.

Forthcoming? I’ve got London on the 1st (I hope the record shops are open on a sunday, plus I’m missing some bank holiday aperture event, CASPA had better be good!). That’s with the social monster aka Samuel (love you, no homo, man love, ya dig?) so some quality time should be good (now you’re thinking I’m gay, sorry to let you down, but I like females). I’ve also got some club nights coming up (hopefully) thanks to Dave (or Droneboy to others – not that I even know him personally!) so yeah, the next 6 weeks should be decent.

I can’t be bothered writing any more now, I hope you like the addition of a picture to my blog post, I’ll do it for every post (or most). All the best, love to hear from you.