I'm getting a haircut!
Because I'm gonna get married!!!!
Daria made it up to Manchester on Wednesday. This was great and fine (we hadn't seen each other in THREE years - isn't that incredible?!)...anyway, great and fine EXCEPT 200,000 Glaswegians descended upon the city as well. Manchester hosted the UEFA Cup finals between Glasgow and Moscow. We toured the city, stuck between great architecture and massively drunken football fans (the newspapers reported that stores were running out of alcohol by 2PM, almost 6 hours before the game even started).
I think I'm ready to get back in the saddle...
Not that I feel much remorse. He's in Manchester for a "Britain's Got Talent" search, and as I passed the Palace Theatre, I saw large groups of people gathered outside. Awhile later, when I was several blocks away, I heard cheering. As this was only at 10:20, I doubt they had a winner.
Border Control shake-up set out
You do notice after awhile that you haven't updated in awhile. The difficult part is realing that you're not blogging because of time, or lack of events; it's a deep shame that permeates every part of you. Failure in one part seeps into every aspect of your life: suddenly, you can't do anything.