Thursday, 1 November 2007

in other news...

...it is exactly 12 months to the day (indeed almost to the hour) since I met Chelsea Boy and drunkenly flung myself at him, with wholly delightful consequences. So I'd like to congratulate myself on my drunken decision making, which for once was actually pretty good.

Obviously this is much less important than the derby, but I thought I'd mention it nonetheless.

6 comments:

Paul de Man said...

But of course you didn't go out then :)

de vertalerin said...

Nah, and not when they went skiing together in February either. Wandering about smelling of April and May, I don't know who they were kidding, really.

Spangly Princess said...

*frowns at unruly family* hush with that. we didn't go out until we said we were going out, ok?

chelsea boy's agent said...

I'd just like to point out that Chelsea Boy speaks to me before every major life decision and he didn't consult me until June about the possibilty of drawing up a 'mutually beneficial partnership' contract.

Also Spangly Princess, if you could remove the 'not as important as the derby' comment that would be much appreciated. Me and my client don't want any adverse publicity.

Paul de Man said...

Saying it's not as important as the derby is as much adverse publicity as saying you're not as omniscient as God. Tell your client to relax.

ursus actos said...

Am I the only one in whom the phrase "Chelsea Boy" evokes the image of a Seekers B-side that has been mysteriously lost to posterity?

I thought so.

Congrats to you both; having a relationship that is seen as being worthy of familial sniping of this ilk is very much something to be proud of.