I feel the urge to apologise for my absence but can't do so without feeling like a walking ego!
Who reads this shit anyway?!
I hit a complete blank, which I'm still going through. I can't think of anything worth writing about.
I do realise that Bloggers generally don't worry about whether or not others would be interested in their blog regardless of the quality. The fact that I'm writing this is probably proof that my ego has finally reached proper bloggers size! Yahoooooo!

I'm typing this whilst Frank Skinner Live from the NIA Birmingham is on the TV behind me. He seems to have overcome his obsession with sex. It's a decent stand up show. Not sure why I'm telling you this but it was in my head!

Have I mentioned that I'm 50 this year?
I'm at an age where I can't remember the names of some of my previous lovers.
There are a couple that I've actually given up even trying to remember!
To make matters worse, I was speaking to an ex lover recently and didn't realise that she was an ex lover!
I remember that we had a bit of a fumble around but thought that was the full extent of it. Only for her to mention sexual acts that I have no recollection of. It's hard to bullshit your way out of that!
I felt horrible. I can only imagine how I'd feel if somebody couldn't remember having sex with me. That really would drag my ego back to pre-blogging size.

Frank Skinner has moved into a more sexual part of his show. So I'll have to take back my previous comment.
I don't have anything against comedy based around sex but I feel that Frank Skinner has taken it to an extreme level in the past.

On that note, I'll love you and leave you.
"Cha" soon.