To cut a long story short, I had me a wicked time last thursday and friday. I drank loads on my birthday(thursday),staying up till stupid o'clock with my flatmate Sean drinking whiskey. On friday, I took it easy,had a few amazing meals courtesy of sean,fi and sara. It was a very good day and that night I had a wee party at the bar of the Byre Theatre.Loads of good friends showed up and some of their friends too. My mate, alasdair, spun a mix of house,electro,techno and comedy german-disco with a very camp touch...it was all good and pretty funny....I drank too many G n Ts,which seem to have resulted in my uncharacteristically long hang over. It is hell at the moment. Plus, today is Valentine's day which, as Nick reminded me, is a day made up by greeting card companies to make ppl like me (well,us singles) feel like shit. It doesn't help that I am also the one person in a flat of 6 people who isn't attached...on days like these I certainly feel the sting. Hooray! So,here's my latest poem, written last night whilst sat on my own in my living room,nursing some whiskey at the end of the night.

Valentine

Valentine's Day,
Still alone,
Still jaded to the bone.
Whiskey, my mate.
Lonely is my fate.
Love always comes too late.
Drink a dram for me.
Drinking till I can't quite see.
Straight.

Tim'05

So there you go. Another moment of self-pitying. Apologies if I made any of u lucky couples feel bad. It is not intentional,not that I'd admit that it was. *grin*