Back I am from Brighton. Boy do I enjoy going to Brighton. I could not be in a more suitable place: gay capital of U.k. And as being gay I feel privaleged and lucky to be living so near!

I checked that my bike was still there: it was. My baby was still there. I'm telling you, this small, twitty town called Worthing I live in is worse with bike thefts than Brighton. You'd think that it was the other way around but oh no, Worthing is over-populated with the sub-human species known as Chavs. (And I still cannot understand why 'Chav' is in the dictioniary. Seriously: It's a swerve slang word, that's all. In fact I'm going to phone the Chief Editor of the Oxford Dictionary Company and request that Supercalafragilisticexpialidocious be stuck in there too. That word has been around for ages)

So today has been great. And I'm doing online surveys. I'm so desperate for some small extra cash, ( or not being bored) that I do those online survey things. The first one that I did today was about Horlicks (A hot drinks company) - That took ages and was completely boring. But I get about...60p from it. Over half way to a pound: wow, I AM desperate! Never mind. I start a new job on Monday, so let the money roll in. Then I can fulfill my wish to move to Brighton and GO CLUBBING! At least once a week. FOREVER! (Well not forever...foreverish)

And now moving on to DIY. I have a door. This door just won't close. What happens if I am having some hardcore lesbian sex and it opens because of the wind. I don't think anyone would prefer to see this adventure eh!

Till next time! Ta-ta!