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Tuesday, January 15, 2008

A Note From My Mother

There's always one blog entry you hate writing.

I've been putting this off for a while. You must forgive this indulgence, but despite all the grandstanding that I tend to do, I do write this for myself. It is an aide-memoire. And thusly, I'd like to remind myself that two weeks ago I broke up with my boyfriend.

I'm not doing too well with it, to be honest. And I'm quite aware that most of you swing by here for a giggle and a nasty euphemism for lady-parts, clearly you don't want to hear about this sort of stuff. So may I recommend some of the other links on the left side of the page while I pull myself together.

Normal service will be resumed soon. Ish.

24 comments:

RoxRocks said...

Long time lurker here. Feel better soon, dear. They say that breaking up is hard to do, (is that the Carpenters?) but there must have been a reason for it and gently remind yourself that you will be better for it in the end.
Peace to you.

The Pirate King said...

Down doobie do down down they say of such things, I believe. Don't worry if there's a little less glitter for our brains until things have settled. More important that you find that bit of glitter for yourself for now.

Perry Neeham said...

Sorry to hear that Lee. He can't have been a complete cunt otherwise you would have hooked up with him in the first place but he may not be that bright either.

See you at the Manbar?

Lady Muck said...

Pecker up Lee. Hope things start looking peachier soon. ;)

Oh, and how about fleshpurse?

No?

How about my new insult for anything rubbish: fanny matter.

Yum.

I think I may have sabotaged my quest and made you feel worse, not better. Sorry.

Feel better soon x

Qenny said...

Big, warm cyber hugs to you, and poo to the boy for not cherishing you as we do.

Razorblack said...

Umph. Commiserative hugs to you and a big 'there, there'. Tis his loss, the silly boy.

May things look brighter for you shortly.

xx

jaylemurph said...

C'mon -- make us all feel better and tell us it's your clever ruse to get around BBC deadlines! It can't be a coincidence that you posted the same day this show up at the BBC website:

"We'll reveal Lee Binding's cover just as soon as we get it."

Anon Dirty said...

I like reading your blog, period. Even when it's crap news.

Hope you feel better.

Lippy said...

Oh bloody hell - you poor darling. That's awful - cannot thing of a single helpful thing to say, can however be relied upon to buy half decent wine rather than crap vodka if so required.

bob said...

Hang in there hon. x

Let's Kill Saturday Night said...

Sorry to hear that. Take care of yourself.

MinCat said...

some of us come here to see how you're doing
so
crap.
HUG

ViVi said...

Oh sweetie, I'm so sorry. Big hugs from the continent!

Stuart said...

doh, sorry to hear that. chin up poppet!

ATG said...

I know you're hurting, but you will survive this sweetie...

Tickersoid said...

Crap! I make a rare visit to your blog because I'm in desperate need of a nasty euphemism for lady-parts and find you moping.

Come on, stiff upper lip old boy. I'm sure you'll soon have a stiff, old boy on your upper lip.

Dantallion said...

I'm genuinely sorry Lee. Here's to things looking up very, very soon. And as for we readers are concerned, this is your blog, so write about whatever you want.

+ Marco Polo + said...

I know what you're going through.. went through a break up not too long ago. If you ever need a distraction or a good talk, chat me up.

Your blogs always been a good distraction for me when I've been down.

Inexplicable DeVice said...

Oh dear (he says, being terribly British).

Do try and ignore Tickers' advice re an old boy on your top lip. Young to mid-thirties, will be ideal.

Take your time x

Spike said...

Poor bastard.

And what Device dear said.

Mr J said...

Wishing you a speedy recovery from your heartbreak my dear.

Bisous.
xx

Peach said...

Sorry to hear that Lee, but you do as you have to, we still love you XXX

Ms C Qrisp said...

Sorry to (ahem! clearing my throat, first words I've spoken in almost a year) hear that, dear

DO: Drink mass quantities of alcohol

DONT: Expect to feel good or happy for thirty days

Go near high bridges, open windows, trucks that are moving fast, or couples holding hands

Try to meet a new lovemate through church organizations or night classes in ballroom dancing

Insincerely,

Ms C Quisp

Melanie said...

Choose vodka and Chaka Khan, pumpkin. Like a kidney stone, this too shall pass -- with some urethral scarring, granted, but it shall pass.