On 17th February 2006 I commented on a journal entry.

Within hours the owner of the journal entry added me. Since then, the journal owner and I have become really good online mates (much akin to Benny but I’ve not met Benny yet). Last night, nearly 2 years after that first comment, I met the delightfully ace cujosmurf for the first time. 😀

And what a fantastic person they are! We drank, smoked, ate cake (her own made coffee and walnut cake), watched Torchwood and talked all manner of bollocks, LJ and interesting subjects. We seem to share similar film, food opinions and music tastes (which in itself is a rare thing). Sometimes, you meet someone and you just click like —->**click**<—- just like that. Like you’ve known them for ages. Well cujosmurf is one of those people.


Anyways, today not only was I able to pilfer from her a bucket containing a sizeable crown of rhubarb (which tried to escape and roam around the boot of the Ford Fiasco) but I was treated to a scrummy yummy full English Breakfast containing BLACK PUDDING! :D:D:D:D:D:D AND haggis (Though I wasnt too keen on haggis) in possibly one of the finest delis I’ve ever been in.

Now I’m going to have a bath, order a pizza and veg out in front of the TV 😀

Author: stegzy

Once, long ago, I wrote frequently on Livejournal. I then moved to Blogspot, where I discovered that blogging requires an audience. So I moved back to LJ. Then over to Dreamwidth, back to LJ, up the road of self hosting with Muckybadger before giving up entirely and moving over to Wordpress. It was at that moment I decided I would spread my compostual nonsense simultaneously across the blogosphere like some rancid margarine. And so here I am. I am a badger. But then I'm not really a badger. I am a human. With badger like tendencies. I am a writer, a film producer and a social commentator. I am available for Breakfast TV shows, documentaries and chats in the pub with journalists where I am more than qualified enough to talk confidently about absolute shite and bollocks.

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