Coming back

Bloody hell, I hadn't realised over a year had passed since I last posted.

You'd think that a lot would have happened, and it has. Went on holiday to France again last year. We stayed in Lot, near the Dordonnes I think. Not a bad holiday, but never as good as the first one.

Still in a year, I've been on a date. Yes! One date!! Which went very well. I'm not sure what went wrong after that, we spoke several times afterwards, then she sort of disappeared. Not in the physical sense, but unanswered texts and e-mails. Don't fret, it wasn't like I was bombarding the poor girl. Two texts and two e-mails are hardly the hallmark of a weirdo stalker.

Since then my luck has been drier than the Kalahari. Oh well.

Oh, and my friends Simon and Vanessa have had a child at last, born sometime in April. I tell you he's a useless get. I only found out last week, three weeks after the birth, and then only by accident. Apparently he sent me a text and an e-mail. Both of which somehow failed to reach me.

Or perhaps he's trying to tell me something.

On a sporting note, I see that Man Utd were beaten by AC Milan earlier this evening. I'm an Arsenal fan, but I even I would like to commiserate to you Manc fans out there.