Greetings. I've not logged in for a while and this is just going to be a short one, but Thanks for the fab posts Drabromeo and InnanaUS.
I have to say you should have emailed me re. presents for a 16 yearold, especially if it were a boy, as I have been told that my inner child is a 15 year old american school boy, and looking at my collection of robots and R2D2s etc etc I guess that is just about right!!
Things are going pretty good here over the pond, and it is my birthday next week and celebrations are being hatched right left and centre.
I love birthdays and April/May are always thick with them. I could fill a person for every day of Taurus, up to the 13th and I have to say that the celebrations start this Saturday and go on to the following Saturday and if my alcohol stream gets polluted with blood I'll be really disappointed!!
The photo of the peir was wonderful. It was my very favorite thing in Brighton when I first came down here all those years ago, and when I look at it now, I have to look into the pier in the past, and not even as long ago as the picture you posted, but just to the vision of it rising out of the sea roke, just after I came down here 16 years ago. Somehow I prefer it then, disused, abandoned but still beautiful, floating above the mist windows glinting, beautiful and mysterious, holding it's secrets close to it's chest.
Anyway I'd best end this post as the lovely spectre of the dentist is hovering above me and it's getting to the time when I have to get my head prepared for the full horror of it all. Gods I hate dentists - well not strictly true, I love mine, but I hate what he does. It's only my fear of losing my teeth that overrides my fear of dentists, but it's a close thing.
Be back on the trailer soon.
