Learning about pain

I hurt. A lot. If anything it's getting worse. About to able down to local GP for a House style examination of why I'm so hurty. It's pain-tabulous.

I'm not sure why it is getting worse but something that happens while I'm asleep - which could be as simple as lying on my back - means I wake up not feeling too chipper.

It is lame. I could do without this.

The crash wasn't my only stupid thing I did this week, while spaced out on painkillers and wine it suddenly seemed to be like a good idea to go for a drink with Chuck. It was her idea I should add. It was actually quite entertaining, and yet it definitely proof that I'm over her. She is far too mad for me. Far too mad. This didn't stop us kissing, oh god I'm such a spaz sometimes.

In other women news the girl I had a couple of dates with last week email me to say she couldn't see me anymore. It was actually very nice of her. Tell you what, since the best blog are about truth, I will post the Dear John letter.

'Hey Louche,

How's things? I just wanted to write you and explain my somewhat erratic behavior this weekend. The night before we went out this guy who is a close friend whom I've been interested in for a long time told me he broke up with his girlfriend because he likes me. This came as a complete shock to me because I really didn't think that was ever going to happen. I think you're a really awesome..and hysterically funny...guy and I'm sorry that I can't go out with you any longer. Anyways, I hope you don't mind too much. It was really great to meet you. Hope your birthday goes well!

Cheers,

NYC Girl'

So there you go, it's been quite an eventful week.

Delays, G spots and Gay Bingo

Sadly the trip to New York was delayed for reasons I don't completely understand. Still if you are being offered a trip on a wheeze you should forgive a bit of a playing about with the timing of it. It's going to happen at some point this week which means I have a bit more time to think about clothes. Will New Yorkers like a tweed suit better than a velvet one?

A chum of mine is having an operation today. She is having her g-spot enlarged, yes her g-spot. This is supposed to improve all sorts of bedroom activities and she is understandably excited about it. I must admit I'm slightly worried, what if something goes wrong? I thought this was the sort of operation that was advertised only in spam emails. Anyway I'll keep you posted on what happens as I'm sure you will be at least little bit interested to find out if it works.

Since I wasn't jetting off to New York I spent the weekend messing around with chums. One of them took me to the excellent Gay Bingo. I'd never been to bingo before but now I'm definitely a fan especially when the drag queen doing the bingo calling turns it into a performance art routine. I can't wait to go again. The picture is from the entrance to the club, isn't it marvellous?

The Groucho Club, Guitars and Psychic lesbians

Yesterday was a bit of a strange one, The morning was terribly productive thanks to the miracle of coffee but the afternoon was a bit listless. Since I wasn't getting a lot done I decided to bimble into Soho to join some chums for the party circuit.

The first bash (with the Woo) was in The Groucho Club. I've never been to the club before and I must admit it took a bit of an iron will to not be over excited by the whole affair and look slightly bored and like I go their often. I must have got this look just right as we weren't questioned on entry and waltzed straight into the book launch party. It was a jolly affair full off psychic people, the book was about a lesbian and her psychic experiences so I suppose that is to be expected. It was a great bash but we had to zip off to the next thing which was a book reading in Foyles.

It was for an award so we heard short readings from each of the books before asking some questions. The books were very moving, and I'm going to pick up a couple. Thanks to the Woo I was introduced to a newspaper editor (thanks again Woo) who asked me to email him today. Hurrah!

After that we dashed back to the Groucho for some more drinks, and talking to other psychic types. One woman had been regressed to a passed life (fairly normal these days) but had also been progressed into the future too. I though this was a brilliant idea and asked her about robots and aliens but sadly she only went a few years into the future and it made her give up smoking.

The next bash was an office warming in Soho. Lovely offices on Frith street and we drank booze and talk about nonsense. I'd discovered that I'd won a rather smashing electric guitar by Gibson which is marvellous. I had completely forgotten about entering the competition and I can't wait to see the look on my little brother's face when I hand it over.

Of course I can't hand it over this weekend. Why? You may ask. Well it appears I'm off to New York for no reason other than the Madam asked me if I wanted to go on some trip thing and I said 'yes'. It's all expenses paid which is very pleasant but I have no idea what one should see or do when one is there and I'll be bimbling around for a few days.

If any New Yorkers are reading this, do you have any tips?