I was horrified when I found out that Mum reads this drivel that I turn out pretty much every day.
Sis had referred to it at some stage and with her interest piqued Mum must have just searched for Chris Evans, and after pages of the ginger one she must have found me.
But the funny part of that is that she didn’t actually let on until last night when she told me that the posts in my internet diary as she calls it are demonstrating that I’m settling down a bit at last, even if I don’t have a girlfriend.
It’s true I guess. At first I was writing in the laddish style that I like to think I live my life, but fact is I’m in my 30s and getting tired out after a night on the town. I still love the girls though – can’t imagine that changing.
The folks are in town tonight for a show and staying at the Jesmond Dene it’s a London Bed and Breakfast place near Kings Cross that they took a liking to a while back. They know a few of the team there now and it’s certainly better than trying to put them up at my place. It takes me an age to tidy up before they come, and then I can’t find anything for weeks. If I don’t tidy up you can see mum just itching to do the dishes, fold my clothes, put cds back in their cases and the like, and if she does it then I definitely won’t find anything afterwards.
Hopefully there’ll be a curry to be had after their show. That’s the usual shape of things, ideally a south Indian they like just off TCR.