The Girovago

record breaking non blogging marathon

Its been rather a long time since i've jotted anything down on this screen. I could make up a number of excuses for my absence but to be honest I just wasn't in the mood. (Cor how nice is it to be able to cite that as an explanation)?

But then, shock horror, I found out that people actually read this. First I got a comment from the mystery poster who so kindly writes glowing reviews to my blogs. Then if I wasn't feeling bad enough I popped round to see an old mate of mine on Friday and found out that he'd read it too! Crikey, a readership... I wasn't expecting that. It makes me feel all under pressure and shit. Aargh.

The mate of mine I met up with a charming young Brazilian called Guto. He really is a star. I hadn't seen him since our graduation dinner last year and I was excited to see that not only had he moved into a swanky new pad that he's doing up but he's also got the sweetest little puppy you've ever seen... apart from the fact that she eats her own poo.

We went for a drink at the Fentiman Arms, a trendy but chilled out pub in South London which, over the past four years, has been the site of some very naughty and messy shenanigans. We had a good chat and caught up on all our and other people's gossip. I'm pretty damned impressed with myself too. It was the first time in years that I've gone to an English pub and not smoked. Guess that time spent suffering in Milanese bars desperatley craving fro cigarettes has paid off.

posted by Bella Figura @ 2:40 pm