"Ooh ooh ooh ooh can you feel the force?"

What’s new? Well I’ve joined another dating service & in less than 24 hours I’ve had 3 messages already! Can’t read them yet because you have to pay for that, but I’m working on it.
I’m really missing the guys over in Northampton but I have to confess that being in Crapsville makes life a lot easier.
I haven’t been stoned for days & Reckless & Dream Girl’s theory that dope suppresses dreaming may hold water. This morning I had my 2nd really vivid dream in 3 days. As always most of it is forgotten now, I do remember a trip to London via Bristol (!) with loads of friends & I also remember being fellated in an alcove next to a restaurant by either Jordan or Jodie Marsh (neither of whom I particularly fancy). I remember a lot more actually which I did chronicle in the diary but I don’t think the world needs the gory details of my dirty little mind nor do I have any desire to write porn.
Enjoyed a lovely couple of hours with The Boy this afternoon. We did a couple of paintings, played Thomas the tank engine frustration (which oddly enough he found very frustrating) & of course we had the obligatory lightsaber battle. If there really was such a thing as The Force & Jedis then I fear the dark side would consume my son. Put a lightsaber in his hand & he becomes a ruthless, snarling fighting machine! I’ve only just realised but perhaps his Star Wars obsession was fated. He was born on 16th July 1999, the very same day that episode 1- The Phantom Menace opened in UK cinemas. I wanted to call him Obi Wan to mark the occasion but Temper Tantrum vetoed it, which let’s be honest he’ll probably thank her for.