I would normally go into detail about my night out last, how drunk I got, my day at work, the massive argument here at home etc. But I can't be bothered (except to say really hot 6'8" bloke at Bar Vasa turns out to be a friend of Becky's [she was there] oh and Mat was arrested..)

Instead I shall tell you....

Where the fuck did my privacy go? In 1999 I could be assured at least 3 days every two weeks in which I would have the house completelty to my self (that is all day and all night) now I am lucky to get a few treasured moments in my room. I could do pretty much as I pleased, have as many men round as I wanted, go look at porn or surf the net or watch terminator at 4am, I loved that.

I love my freedom. People at work asked how I could go to Rome all by myself... because I like it that way...

When I am not in love I like nothing better than to be alone.

That is really the most fundamental thing about me, I am a loner, bar the odd shag and boyfriend...