Disclaimer

Though a "Diary" my online diary is a work of FICTION.

It may at times strongly reflect actual events of my life, often how I honestly perceived them and display my genuine reactions. But not always and everything contained within should be treated as a fiction.

This is also a personal diary, so by reading it you are violating my privacy. And as it is a personal diary you are not allowed to hold anything you read in it against me, as you shouldn't have been reading it anyway.

Also, this diary is not to be read by anyone who has gone out with me, would like to go out with me in the future, or suspects I may like to go out with them.

Click Here for the old site, as backed up by Wayback Machine (I have gone with the 2007 version as it is the latest that is still before vodafone crunched a bunch of my files)

Sunday, 22 February 2026

Because I am a fucking idjit

Facebook reminder about an event I didn't really want to go to but felt I should. Panicked, thought I had correctly read it.

Got myself dressed.

Went through my gift cupboard and found something that would work, wrapped it.

Sorted someone who could drive me to slightly awkward to get to pub.

Got there.

Was the wrong day.

Can't read.

Am an idiot.

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