mon morn

a: met b3cky's best friend's husband in pret, he was buying eight croissants, destined for the n!njatune mon-morn-meeting -- we had stilted awkward convo as were both pre-coffee, minds elsewhere -- must go round and visit them all, they are fab, seems their eldest still talks abt my pianoplaying, which i guess isn't so obviously useless when you are 7
b: head of HR was in lobby sayin hullo to everyone: penny dropped, he IS colin h*nt, ie like all male heads of HR evah

wtf piracy notes

i am er looking into the acquiral of mjackson's brunei concert online, and have been offered it by someone calling themselves "chr!stopher h!tchens"