"Fu*k You, Bee"

Regular readers may have noticed that I haven't posted for a few days now. This is due to the fact I have become accustomed to MSN Messenger for the first time in three years. It all started on Saturday when we went for a night out on the town, and I pulled a blonde student who happened to live in Sheffield.

She mentioned to me that she had Messenger, so I downloaded the latest version to see some of her pictures, as I could have sworn she looked like Abi Titmuss. This was not the booze speaking, but indeed happened to be the case (left, BTW). MSN Messenger is proving to be quite addictive, although there are three things I have noticed:-

1. Initially, chatting to a girl on MSN is a bit freaky. You feel a bit like a peado grooming someone or an internet saddo.

2. There is no way you can simultaniously MSN while playing poker. When you get dealt a pair of tens on the button, the last thing you need is a picture of a bird in her drawers popping up in your face.

3. Chatting a bird up via MSN does have it's advantages. There is no way you would say to a bird on a first date 'What colour knickers you got on', but on MSN it seems to work.

Due to a night out at the Gallery I was an hour late into work today. My brother posted some of Dane Cook's work on his blog the other day, and he is spot on:-

http://youweresleeping.blogspot.com/2006/10/dane-cook.html

"If your at work at 8, it's always like - 7.54. Just enough time to do NOTHING"