In case you're wondering, the white blob on the front of my sweatshirt is a hamster called Snowy. I was like a youthful St Francis of Assisi in those days. And I realise you can't actually tell it's a Great Ormond Street Hospital sweatshirt, but trust me, it is. I bought it because of my great love for the place. It was originally white, but they made a mess of my blood test.
Anyhoo, I realise I should be on a plane to Egypt by now, but I've decided to stay in Britain, partly because I'm due at a pasta-eating event on Friday, partly because I've been asked to sing karaoke to chavs on Saturday, but mainly because Andrey has neglected to send me his address. He obviously feels we're sufficiently close that I should already have it.
Oh, and to the person (you know who you are) who entered decidedly dodgy terms into search engines yesterday evening in an attempt to show up on my blog referral stats and get a mention here, you're going to have to try a lot harder than that. And don't think I don't know what royal palace you came from...
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