Swansong
I've already posted my story ('Going too far', I think) about when Xena read my 'oh-not-so-innocent' diaries when I off visiting on old mate in Dudley. Though very nearly causing a break-up it didn't, I think (once the dust had settled) that she realised that I was no worse than many another lad, and that the self-absorbed and usually sex-starved musings of an adolescent boy shouldn't really surprise anyone, plus, she was in the wrong - you don't read diaries any more than you should sit you partner down on a couch, swing a pocket watch in front of their eyes and tell them they are feeling sleepy, before delving into the inner-most crevises of their mind.

Anyway - that's all I've got to say on this topic, and dear readers, I feel my time on these boards is nearing its natural end, having achieved my life-long ambition: first post and making the 'best of' page in the same week. Rather than shoe-horning my memories into the QOTW or falling into the trap of trying to out-do myself with Janet & John stories, I think I'll move on. My blog needs attention and I hope to dedicate at least a bit of time each week to it from now on. Feel free to visit and leave messages or whatever you do - address is in on my profile. I'll probably return from time to time and will always read the board - so don't let me down boys and girls.

Woo and Yay to you all,

Che
(Che Grimsdale Best before:, Fri 2 Feb 2007, 9:31, Reply)