Notification cross-posted to all significant/active dataprint nodes; I'm ready.

So, it seems I'm not the only one who thought Rosie was a bit mental. Rose (with an 'e', not an 'ie') agrees, as she told me, at length, drunkenly, with Sarah chipping in as well, last night.

We were out in Leeds and the topics of conversation were:
a) How Seej can do better than Rosie and she seems crazy and etc. etc. etc.
b) How Rose definitely doesn't want to sleep with Seej, oh no, absolutely not, even though he never brought up the topic or anything like it himself.
c) How Seej's haircut is rubbish and is the reason he doesn't get laid (despite the facts that he does actually get laid, and did with one of Rose's friends just last year, and protested on these and further perfectly sound grounds to the widespread ingorance of everyone).

Well, at least we were talking about me, so it's not all bad I guess.

I have a sword. I have a fucking sword. From Japan, via some crazy guy in China who sold me the thing for, I kid you not, £0.99 I have a hand forged, 1060 steel, full tang, 98cm fucking sword with a sharkskin-wrapped grip and a laquered cherry wood case and IT'S A FUCKING SWORD!!!

I'm now gonna go watch some TV and cradle the thing on my lap like a sleepy lover. A very sharp sleepy lover.

I love living in the future.