Raindrops on roses....

I am very upset that I didn't have any pancakes on Pancake Day. As I pointed out to Gay Best Friend, that's probably the first time in 30 years that I've not had pancakes on Shrove Tuesday. I'm not religious at all, but I love pancakes. They're definitely in my Top 20 Favourite Things.

Everyone should have Top 20 Favourite Things List. I actually have a Top 100 Favourite Things list, but it's a little out of date. Still, it's good for the soul to compile a list of things that make you smile, laugh or go AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

(Just don't show it to other people, cos there's nothing worse than having to justify why you have at Number 39 "The training montage in Rocky 4").

All fun and games until someone loses an eye

I have a real phobia of eyeballs. They're ICKY. Getting my eyes tested is a big trauma, and don't even get me started on contact lenses. They're the devil's own work.

So going to see King Lear the other night, with its big, graphic "duke getting his eyes carved out" scene (which I'd forgotten about) possibly wasn't the best idea...oops. Fantastic show though, absolutely blinding. (Did you see what I did there?).

And speaking of great tragedies... It's Valentine's Day tomorrow. Every year, whilst pretending not to give a shit, I remain hopeful that there'll be a card waiting on the mat for me, and every year... de nada. Perhaps *this* will be the year that someone sends me a card, a bunch of flowers, anything.... but to be honest I don't think it will be. Most of the men I know see it as a sign of affection when they don't stick your head under the duvet after they've farted.

This year I've been invited to a Singles party in East London. Normally I would shudder at the thought of a) Going to a Singles Party in the first place and b) venturing out of the safety of SW15. But this is no ordinary party, it's being held by Gay Best Friend and his hubby, so not only will it be fabulous, I do actually hold out some hope of there being some halfway decent men there. Hurrah and huzzah and oh god I hope I don't get stuck talking to the weird bloke in the kitchen.

According to my horoscope

I am going to argue with everyone I've ever met today.





Just so you all know.