Dom's Rambles

I woke up with a whacking hangover at three this afternoon - and with serious gaps in my memory of last night - it’s going to take me until at least March to recover financially, I daren’t even look at my bank balance and the stress of it all has sent my Chalfonts into agonising meltdown.
Still, at least The Boy was over the moon about his shiny new sound system which, I have to admit, made me feel all warm inside (even if I had to find out via his MSN display notes – he’s his father’s son when it comes to masking his real feelings, absolutely no doubt about that).
In website news I’ve amended chapter 8 in the light of new information about the infamous blood-filled syringe and photo incident and have toned down a couple of minor rants. I’ve also cut most of the spiel regarding the character I called Gary Evans. This will now feature at some later date in an essay dedicated to the guy which will include a full description of his legendary July 1982 party at which so many people turned up that it was physically impossible to fit them all in the house (someone got so tired of waiting in the toilet queue that they hopped over the garden fence and did a poo in a plant pot in the neighbour’s greenhouse).