Good morning Mr Gorgeous. I have been incommunicado for most of the weekend so apologies for not getting back to you. Although you were probably busy sleeping with the Queen and whatnot.
I was invaded by teenage girls. They arrived on Friday and didn't leave! They ate every scrap of food in the flat, all my towels are wet and in a heap and the place is a tip. I'm only now catching up on emails. It was so much fun having them around though, they are as talkative as a very talky thing and as loud as a rock band. I think I made them feel too welcome though, hence the not leaving, I should have been more grumpy.
I haven't heard from Lipp at all apart from a weird comment left on my latest blog post which has all the hallmarks of the mentally deranged twatface that is he and I'm getting loads of random FB friend requests from people with whom I have no mutual friends and who I am immediately suspicious of. They are all him, I'm pretty sure of it. As you can imagine I still hate his fucking guts.
But thank you for getting rid of him for me. If you could just get one of your gangster mates to rough him up a little that would be just great. :P
How are you?? I am woefully out of the loop of your whirlwind life. I see you did an interview with a radio station last night, or this morning, or last week, depending on which time zone one is in. And I know you're doing the Pursuant thing with PM. Apart from that I think you may have made up with Topiary although he is still a gonk of the first order and I have not forgiven him for disrespecting you. Write to me! I promise not be overly and inappropriately sexual with you.
Jess and I were out today having coffee and she said "I think I just saw Barrett". And my heart leapt and I said "OMG where" and she pointed out a man in a green hoodie. And didn't he look just like you. And then he and his friend sat right next to us. I couldn't take my eyes off him. But he wasn't as bloody gorgeous as you. He had a look of you about him but he didn't have the eyes or the American accent. Obvs.
Anyway it made me think about having coffee with you. And how I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I'm in love with you.
I feel it now. Here in the dark, in my bed. In England. I'm in love with Barrett Brown. (that's you)