Apparently Ville Valo has become engaged to his long-term girlfriend. Why does everyone leave me? WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY OH WHY GOD?!!!! And I'm over it. It's so much easier to get over things these days, my getting-over-it muscles have been trained to the max! It's true, I have actually noticed that a lifetime of having to get over stuff has finely-tuned my getting-over-things proceedure so it's becoming more and more efficient to the point where one day I hope to be like those adverts for some telephone company that involces people having 3 second conversations...it will go something like (ponders definite future events...)

doctor: 'Well Miss Ross, I am really pleased that you have FINALLY found someone to love you and that you have also managed to sort out all your various issues and mental health problems and learned to accept yourself for who you are and can now function like a normal human being and have paid off all the therapy costs but I regret to inform you that despite modern medicine being quite advanced, 96 is still too old to have children'
me: 'oh well, nevermind'.

I wonder if they (VV and future wife) need a wedding photographer....Speaking of wedding photography, S and me have been doing a shed-load recently and I wish I could share some of the pics with you but I don't really fancy my chances of getting the couples permission to have their images on a website called Satan's Kitten Club, no matter how innocent and not to do with Satanism this site is. Have you noticed that I have changed the name this week? This is because I have been dreaming of kittens and cats a lot recently. Last week I went to the Blue Cross to see what was on offer, god it was depressing. All the cats had cat flu and were coughing and sneezing, plus they were mostly old cats and no one wants old cats in case they die, and they were playing really depressing classical music in to the cattery. One cat was definitely crying. And so was I but then, of course, I got over it.

My new favourite band - The Towers of London. Mullets, tight denim, cock rock poses, near death experiences on amp stacks...excellent 

The Towers of London (or is it Spinal Tap?) 

Sikth coughing up a furball 

Reuben 

Piney Gir 

The Magic Numbers - they're so happy 

Hondo Maclean