sorry folks...

Now i know its been ages since i'm brightened up all your days with my witty japes and jaunty outlook on life...

life is progressing at a massively slow pace, in that i seem to arrive in work at midday, leave for lunch at half past and come back at 5 to lock up... (is that bad?)

I am having much fun on a massive socialising bender for the past few weeks - does the word alcoholic have any meaning for me anymore...no!

Last night (Monday) was graduation for some lovely people from TCD - i remember when they all started college 4 years ago (i was in my 3rd year) and i dressed them all for the Fresher's Co-Op... some were more dressed than others. James Walmsley's crocheted cat-suit brings back particular happy memories (especially as he didn't wear very much underneath it!) Needless to say The Westin hotel was overrun with boys and girls in all their finery for graduation. I can't believe my lil bro will become a graduand in just one month's time! Man, i'm old. Obviously not really old, but old enough to feel old, really old.

Life is very much focused towards the coming weekend and a mass exodus from Dublin to London for Mo Mowlam's Memorial Service at Theatre Royal, Drury Lane. I am a complete manic and have agreed to stage manage the entire event! Now you might think this is some simple event and you'd be wrong! I will be stage managing such luminaries as Jeremy Irons and Sinead Cusack, Paul Merton, Patrick Kielty, Lulu, 4 Poofs and a Piano and of course H-BAM! It should be an amazing event and stay tuned to hear all the gossip... who's a bitch and who's a bigger bitch. If i'm not the biggest bitch then i won't be happy.