...some bugger in the last three weeks has gone and nicked my ability to grab blokes arses, i am not impressed...

...i had two 'perfect' (i know as i have squeezed both on previous occaisions) opportunites tonight. the lovely Steve Peach could have had a birthday grabbage, but i settled for a lovely hug instead and then my old favourite, Rich Halliwell, wanders into the Orange Tree. how much did i drool! and just as i'm heading off to catch my bus, there he is sexy bottom just waiting for me to cop a feel...

...but i just keep on walking. so what's happened to me? was i not drunk enough to make the usual tit of myself?, have i actually grown up? (huh huh)...

...oh woe is me...