on a hammocky-type swing, with a pint, listening to Morcheeba with Adagio for Strings next on my playlist.

I am not moving until the sun goes down.

thinking it was going to be nice, but it has been pretty crap up here today and although it is warm it is overcast, Still going to drink the cider...

1pm-4pm was basically continuous huge rain here.

I'm going to a party. And hopefully not going out afterwards, cos I'll end up getting beat up.

im 17 and live in the sticks.
its not as if i have a choice. none of the country folk are having church barbecues tonight either.

with my brother and watching a film and possibly drinking a couple of white russians

a bad idea, i think. i'd probably rather sit outside by the canal.

out to a "club". maybe to see the octopus project, or maybe to sit outside the venue with a cider.

thatnobody's picked up on the indeliberate innuendo there.

i might make myself unpopular saying this, but i bloody hate this weather.

in platt fields park. See, Rusholme/Moss Side can be nice sometimes.

apart from the damn mozzies. I love being at home.