I still haven't got any TV work and neither has anyone I know in telly. It's like last year all over again (without the dying cat and new relationship to concentrate on).
Chris and I have been considering getting a dog, but until I know what I'm doing workwise then it's just not fair on a puppy.
Oh my god - there was so much snow on Monday and London shut down. The buses didn't run and the tube lines got suspended. Chris got the day off and we went up to Hampstead Heath with Eric and had a lovely time. It's funny how much nicer everything seemed when we got some time off to spend together.
I'm thinking about trying to get a job at Foxtons as I always loved property and enjoy meeting people so it seems like a good combination. And you can make shed loads of cash too...
I went to Jonathan Simpson's 35th Birthday party last night and it was great fun. He booked a booth at Lucky Voice underneath Yo Sushi on Poland Street. It was me and 13 very hairy bears singing along to ABBA. It's strange to think that it's 18 years since we met to the day - the day I came out on the Manchester Gay Scene. He was my first boyfriend and it was so nice to be able to celebrate his birthday together. And it was even nicer that he let me take home the rest of his birthday cake so that Chris could share it as well.
Therefore I'm hungover. I'm trying to do some housework but seem to be sitting here drinking wine and chatting to Clive on Facebook while learning how to deal with Twitter. Is this my life? Endless internet sites and constant gossiping?
Why am I asking this question on blogger? It's hardly helpful.
