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Gibmub!

Record released on 2003-06-23 at 4:15 p.m.

Alone again :( No Y, just me and the tennis. Speaking of which, anyone else who's been eagerly awaiting the start of today's play can go and join my New Diaryring! I couldn't believe there wasn't one already! And just because Pete Sampras is not playing this year, doesn't mean that I won't be doing Sampras lookalikes. Watch out from Thursday onwards, with a new lookalike each day for five days, and then a poll which will be up until the final day of Wimbledon for you to choose your favourite. How come he's turned into a doctor in my Toisebook?! ARGH! I'm not happy!

As for the problems with the notifylist, I really don't know what's going on. I'm so sorry for an influx of messages over the last few days - I really didn't mean to spam - the messages are like buses. None of them come through for days and then two come along at once! As for the message I *just* sent for today's private entry, I only pressed it once but the damn thing seems to have been sent twice! Grr! I can only apologise for this debacle and promise to string up notifylist and threaten it with soft cushions and comfy chairs until it gives you a full blown apology itself.

And if this hasn't put you off of joining the notifylist, you can do so by putting your email address here:

But you're taking your life in your own hands as to what may or may not appear! Goodness me!

Anyway, I am indeed back and ready to launch into a brief summary of my weekend. It was a lovely weekend, VERY silly, sad in places, and very naughty too. Y was a little late arriving on Thursday and we set off up the road to embark upon our weekend together. When we arrived he presented me with a gift - the American issue of this month's Maxim! We occasionally like to buy foreign issues to see who the rest of the world is drooling over and it was a fantastic present indeed! He also presented me with a copy of The Star which was also full of very nice pictures.

First things first: It was time to eat. We made a HUGE mountain of spaghetti (After being ill, my appetite was back with avengence) and tucked in while we watched Neighbours. The soaps were very kind to us indeed.... Hollyoaks treated us to Izzy and Jodie in nothing but their bras and knickers, at which point we practically fainted. Home and Away, Emmerdale and Eastenders all offered us some fantastic treats.... awful plotlines, but it was the visual side we were interested in!

However, at just after 8, my mum called me from downstairs and said to me gently,

"That girl.... Laura Sadler.... they've just given out that she's died."

It really was no surprise - the reports from earlier in the day had sealed her fate - but hearing it was still an almighty shock somehow. It was a new emotion for me. I have lost relatives but I've never known what it's like for someone in the media that I'd had feelings about for a long time to die. I didn't realise I would feel so unbelievably sad. I suppose it doesn't matter whether you know someone in person - it's how much they touch our lives.

I just sank down where I was at the top of the stairs and cried. I couldn't work out whether my mum knew why I was upset or not, but I have a feeling that she did. Y put his arms around me and just held me for the longest time, then he helped me up and we went back in my bedroom where we watched the ITV News Channel for ages and ages in the hope of a report. Bizarrely, everyone seemed to be ignoring it. The BBC were hardly reporting on it at all which made me cross. I fear they were trying to sweep it under the carpet because of reports about drug taking and they feared it would bring bad repute to their programme. It was as though they were ignoring the fact that a bright talent has been lost.

I kept crying. i couldn't help it. I told Y about the first time I'd seen her on telly years back and I asked if I could show him an episode of Belfry Witches on tape, promising not to show him the evil Bubble Bath scene. Finally, the ITV news had a small piece about her death but not nearly enough. Defeated, we watched Bad Girls instead, but the scary appearance of Christopher Biggins was enough to make us consider hiding under the bed. It was during Bad Girls that I saw the bat flying outisde my window. I couldn't believe it. It's not something you see very often. In fact, something that I'd never seen at all! It was strange timing, but also comforting. I toasted the bat with red wine that night. I toasted her with it.

Friday was our usual lasagne addiction, where we set off to our favourite italian restaurant for our favourite meal. We had a usual, long lay-in first, and then I battled for ages with the evil Notifylist which wasn't sending my messages through (three of them are still absent, presumed missing...) but at last it was time to head off. For once it was a lovely day - usually when we go to that restaurant it rains! And what was even lovelier was that we got to sit by the window to watch all the girls walking past..... I mean, erm, to watch the lovely sun outside.....

Afterwards we went to a newsagent to buy a couple of papers, but my Geri Halliwell radar went up and I homed in on a magazine with a stunning picture of her on the cover. (Cosmopolitan?) Now, I'm not much of a magaziney person so I didn't know what to expect from it, but I had to buy it because it was Geri! When Y and I took it to the station and glanced through it as we waited for our train we couldn't believe it.... the magazine was bordering on pornography! I thought it was all supposed to be knitting patterns and summer jelly recipies! I guess I'd been assuming a sterotype.

Some of the things in the magazine.... most of it was about sex, almost every page had a picture of at least one attractive female, and at the back there were pictures of fully naked, gorgeous women who were supposed to be advertising plastic surgery clinics! I can assure you, NONE of them needed ANY surgery WHATsoever! Ahem.

By the time we got home I was exhausted so we had a rest before I did my tribute entry to Laura Sadler. That was a very hard and very sad thing to write and I ended up in tears again. It all still felt very unreal. We spent the evening eating an early supper and watching Scarlet Diva which had finally arrived (hooray!) The film made absolutely *no* sense whatsoever but we both enjoyed it nevertheless. Well - it was Asia Argento! Of *course* we enjoyed it! Afterwards we were feeling.... well, as you would expect us to feel... so we indulged in a nice long discussion about all things dirty and worked ourselves into a frenzy ;)

Come saturday morning, some hard and passionate sex was most definitely in order, which got our day off to a perfect start. We displayed some extreme bravery on saturday also, by..... using the sandwich toaster for the first time! *gasp!* *shock!* You see, the old one was terribly frightening - *all* metal and burning hot inside and out - but a few months back we bought a new one. This one looked far tamer so we decided we may be brave enough to battle with it! And we won the fight ;)

We prepared some of the finest cheese toasties the world has ever seen..... well, the finest we've ever made, at least..... and since it was the first time, there wasn't much to live up to..... But the important part was that we enjoyed them! We ate them as we watched Greg Rusedski actually win a title *gasp again* *shock again* and then I was so worn out from cooking them I, erm, fell asleep!

Later in the afternoon, I found my Belfry Witches tape to show Y. Unfortunately the bubble bath bit was unavoidable in the titles but it turned out to be the first episode, not the last as I'd thought, so we were free from extended torture. Y was extremely amused (as was I) by the bit at the start of the episode where the two witches spell out rude words on the side of Canary Wharf. Watching it took me right back, and made me wonder all over again how she could be gone.

I then did something I never in a million years would have thought I'd do.... a websearch for Atomic Kitten :/ You see, they actually did the theme tune and I wanted to download it, but alas the track proved elusive.

We slipped away to the spare room for a while for a mid-afternoon lay-in, to discuss matters of naughtiness and to, erm.... *ahem*. Yes. It was a wonderful way to end the afternoon and the time flew as always. There's just something *about* the spare room. It's just so cosy and intimate.

Afterwards we got something to eat and I read Y a few bits of my recent writing. I honestly couldn't remember any of what I'd written during the time I was ill - it was like reading it for the first time. But then I read Y a few of my future plotlines, and one of them involved - bizarrely - Mr Blobby holding up banks. I decided, god knows why, to do an impression of how the hold-up would go and the two of us ended up in heaps of laughter. We also watched Ideal World, with a strangely festive Whatters in sunglasses...... in the garden..... at eleven o clock at night :/

The day ended and sunday arrived. Sunday is traditionally our video day, in which we rest up watching a pile of tapes. We've had a bit of a cultural exchange going on for months, where Y shows me all his violent, black comedy films and I show him my collection of gay-themed programmes (I'm showing him Queer as Folk next, methinks). We also had Dogma to watch, and he'd brought down Trainspotting for me to see. However.... before all of that..... we had to watch.... the LAST Dick & Dom in Da Bungalow! Wahhhhhhh! I have watched that every weekend since it started a the end of last summer!

I also did a web search for the programme and discovered some very disturbing things..... such as the fact that Dominic Wood has a yahoo group with well over 140 members in it! Eeek! But I also discovered I'm by far not the only older fan of the show. Thank goodness for that - can't have me being strange, can I? :) Hee hee! I also decided to place bets on Wimbledon for fun. I've never placed a bet in my life because betting shops look a bit daunting to me, but now online betting has come into play I decided to have a flutter. Not much of a big spender, I put a pound on Greg Rusedski to win outright, and a pound on Davenport for the same. Wish me luck! :)

We watched Dogma which was fantastic and then Trainspotting which I really enjoyed as well, and then we embarked upon a snack before we decided to watch some Men Behaving Badly. Y wanted to see the episode where Tony pulls his tooth out, while I wanted to see the one with Tony's snake, having seen the last 2 minutes of it on Friday night and spending the next two days asking Y if he wanted a very long, very thin pet..... :) So we watched both before bedtime, and I also attacked Y with a scary picture of Neil Morrissey - to go with the cartoon of Mr Blobby holding up a bank that I'd drawn earlier in the day!

This morning was the usual, sad come-down from a wonderful weekend. We began the morning with a gentle quickie and some general masturbation, then watched some scary craft stuff on ideal World and Blues Clues. After offering Y Sarah Manners draped in various foodstuffs we tried to do a websearch for Sarah Manners posters, but alas we failed :( The day passed all too quickly and after a little Wimbledon-watching it was time to leave. I walked Y to the station, feeling extremely sad, and I hated saying goodbye as much as ever. I hope the next couple of weeks go as quickly as we want them to.

My wrists are aching from all that typing now so I'm going to give them a rest and watch some tennis instead. I hope everyone had a good weekend :)