I can't remember what I got up to, all I remember was that it was fairly late in the day when I started posting.

Well I'll try and get back later and do a full blog as I've got to get from here (Brookes bar, where I must remember to Log off this time, I was still logged in from a few days ago when I finally got on this PC)

Yesterday was a haze of tiredness, confusion and irritability.

Firstly Apologies to Jason Cook's dad who read this blog and told Jason off, I found this quite funny, as Jase is in his thirties and I always find it funny when grown ups get told off by their parents.

Secondly, I'm a bit worried. Firstly I've managed to embarrass a flyerer every day this week when he's approached me to give me a flyer with the words "Excuse me sir..." only to then get really embarrassed as I turn round. You'd think after the third time he'd not only remember me, but also change his speil to use a non gender specific form of address with everyone like, ooh, I don't know "Hi there", perhaps you know until you've seen their face, though I've hung around in Lesbian bars enough to know that sometimeseven that's not enough, these days I try and stay away from gender specific words entirely, as sometimes you can know someone for over a year without ever figuring out whether they're male or female. and to be fair, the way I see it unless I want to sleep with them it's none of my business, and it's only my business if I do want to sleep with them so that I know what to expect.

Then Last night in the Library bar I went to go to the toilets and had a security guard try and stop me from using the women's toilets. I turned around and looked him in the eye and watched him go red, so I cupped my breasts and jiggled them a bit, pushing them up and together and mock going to lick them, and said "Is this giving you any clues?" He said "I just saw that you had short hair." Like that's any excuse, I knew I couldn't quite place his accent but I thought that it was because he was from spain or somewhere like that, turns out he's from the 19th century.

anyway that's a short and sweet one, I'll try and get back on later tonight and tell you all about Glenn Wool and the fun I had last night and today.

Go see Glenn, Go see Duncan Oakley (who I think the Scotsman described as "Creative") [wink] and have fun, come and find me around you'll recognise me I'm the not very manly looking but tall lesbian wandering aobut the streets in the 1950's leather jacket and the vegan lesbian shoes with the red and black back-pack on.

Until later I love you all

BB xXx

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