I think I may link this blog from my homepage, so, actually, the bit about my mother stumbling across it is reasonably likely. This means that I won't talk about the slimy underbelly of this pit of sin and averice into which I have fallen. The crack house, the transvestite bondage group, the golfers, all of that is staying safely in the closet. Instead I will maintain my sweet facade and talk about whatever random thing interests me, as soon as I get around to it, which isn't yet, in case you hadn't guessed.
P.S. I don't actually golf.
3 hours ago