How addictive is blogging?
I just got in from a draining day, made myself a nice hot cup of milk with honey to unwind -I felt so snappy on the phone to Camden and poor Cashmere, but they both showed sympathy so I should have felt better. Instead I made the mistake of opening my council tax letter and burst out in tears. Maybe that guy who pays girls £100 to have sex on his living room table will get lucky after all!?-

Hi y'all,
just a lil piece of info for the less technically minded: if you appear on the list on your right, just go into "home" from your page, then click on "private posts for me" and all the little recent secrets of Sienna and her lovers will be revealed, including who BBP is and why Chubby now withholds his number!

Last night I stayed at Canada boy's place. In his bed, to be precise. Well...
Not like you think!
We are FRIENDS, remember!? Who snog occasionally... We didn't last night though, that would have been too weird... Also I had my period...
It was a fun night, after college I went to Camden boy's bar with two girls from my course, we had a total riot and ended up spilling red wine, twice.
Camden joined us for a late lunch (I had mussles) and was his usual sweet-and-hyper self. Actually he's on lithium because of his history of manic depression, I am curious to find out more about that.
He was pleasantly surprised to see me and sent me a really nice text today about my smile brightening up his double shift.
Once he'd gone back to work and the girls and I got a bit drunk, we talked about sex (of course) and different nationalities.
One of the girls was off speeddating that night (no idea if she managed to impress any guys, pissed as she was), so we left the bar eventually- but it was still kind of early, so I bagged myself a dinner invite to Canada Boy's new flat in Notting Hill.
A friend of his (Blondie boy) who's between houses was there too, as was his flatmate- but the flat is tiny, not joking!
His bedroom is literally twice the size of my wardrobe, and he pays more rent, too. Also it was freezing which I didn't discover until later.
A friend of the flatmate and a guy Canada's ex had pulled a few weeks earlier joined us too, and we all squeezed into the friend's car to go to a birthday party. Now that was fun, me draped across the back seat over three cute guys' laps, one of whom I'd only just met!:D
We couldn't stop giggling and I got paranoid that Canada would try to film up my skirt with his camera phone, naughty!
Fortunately we managed to get to the party without being stopped by police, and I danced like a derwish with my three cute boys and some foxy females until I discovered that my phone was missing.
I was planning to text my unhappily single flat mate that she was missing out on some dishy blokes- and my phone was nowhere to be found!
Canada's Flatmate managed to put my mind at ease however when she told me she'd seen a phone on her kitchen table (duh- why didn't she mention that as we were leaving the flat!?), so I continued to enjoy dancing, drinking and talking to random posh boys in polo waistcoats called Benedict and Robin.
When the venue closed, Canada, his flatmate and her friend decided to go to another party, Ex-shag-boy had managed to pull a brunette with a bouncy cleavage (much to my annoyance- I liked his dancing and Blondie wouldn't be persuaded to boogie with me however hard I tried), so it was up to me and Blondie to return to the flat together in order to retrieve my phone.
I was tipsy enough not to mind the long walk and it was too freezing to wait at the bus stop, so we had a nice flirty chat on the way.
And sure enough once we got back to the flat, there was my phone patiently waiting on the table. I made up my mind to stay- it was 2am and I didn't fancy the 2-hour journey home (nightbus nightmares, no thanks)- so I put on one of Canada's track suits and cuddled into his sheets.
Blondie was sleeping on the living room sofa, and the flirty atmosphere had somewhat dispersed so I was happy to have somewhere to crash. I text Canada that I'd be sleeping in his bed and he rolled in a little later- high on dope and two lines of coke. Apparently he hadn't found the other party and instead ended up doing drugs with some other random people in their flat.
he cuddled up to me immediately, but I found it hard to get comfortable. He fidgeted like crazy (the drugs!) and the single-glazed window was so draughty, it felt like there was a permanent breeze straight out the freezer in the room.
All in all it was nice though feeling his body heat close, he smelt good and I felt comfortable and safe.
In the morning, I got a few definite pokes from a cheeky morning horn.
Funnily enough he seemed to be asleep, but he kept pulling me close and I could feel his erection. Not a bad size I must say, but I resisted the temptation to reach out and touch it.
At one point he'd pulled my leg across his crotch, and I could feel his hardness pulsing against the inside of my thigh, very erotic...
After a while of being unable to get back to sleep (the curtains were moving in the breeze, it was soo cold!) I got up and made us all some tea.
Thankfully my underwear -which I'd washed with shampoo the night before- had dried (despite the sub-zero temperatures, the radiator was actually ON) and we all had showers, listened to some music, read yesterday's paper and ate porridge.
Blondie had to work, but Canada and I had a nice walk across the afternoon remains of Portobello market, and then went to the cinema.

1) Los Angeles
I lived in LA for a summer a few years ago and had somewhat of a rough time. The friend I was with got loads more attention than me, which left me home alone a lot, and LA can be a lonely place.
By LA standards I am about 4 sizes too fat, although I am not really overweight or anything. My friend's a size 0, I am an 8- there you go. The skinnier you are, the more men want to date you- or whatever.
Actually my friend got her fair share of weirdos too, one guy she met at the Coffee Bean asked her to cook for him on their second date (he gave her his keys and everything), then he wanted her to shave her pussy and next he suggested a threesome with him and his obnoxious mate- she returned his keys.

4) Battersea
This was at a kind of wild Australian party where I first saw people take coke and discovered that men on Charlie can't come. Believe me, I tried my best!
The night started well with drinks and dancing, then this Aussi boy and I ended up in the en-suite bathroom of one of the bedrooms. We kissed passionately and he took my trousers and knickers down, and licked me whilst I sat on the toilet seat.
Next thing I knew, the door opened (you couldn't lock it for some reason) and there stood my friend and this boy I had a threesome with once! I kind of fancied him too...
I fell off the loo and the Aussie, who'd sort of been leaning against the door fell over too, so there we were lying in half-naked heap on the floor in front of my shocked friend! How embarrassing...
I ended up writing my phone number on that boy's stomach and spent the rest of the night with Charlie boy. He actually lived in the flat and we had a bedroom to ourselves where we had sex twice (once at 5am, once at 10am) but whatever I did he never came, then I got bored and sore and stopped.

-Being tied up and "forced" to do it.
-Blindfolded and touched by a few different strangers.
-Sex without a condom, him being selfish.
-Being fucked from behind, anonymously. Or turning around to find it's someone I know...
-Being able to take my time, with a guy with a tireless tongue.
-Him bringing me to the brink, then entering me and shooting his cum inside me just as I orgasm.
-A cock rubbing my arse hole whilst I am being fucked...
-Two guys- pleasuring me, licking my neck, stroking me, entering me...
-Licking a woman whilst being fucked from behind, he pulls my hips towards him, she pushes me into her pussy.
-Having a male body for a day.
-Having sensations in real life like I know them from my dreams...
-Waking up to being gently fucked by someone I love.

I couldn't keep poor Rugby in suspenders anymore (now there's a thought...), so I text him that I had enjoyed getting to know him but that I felt we weren't right for each other after all. I was worried I might provoke an outbreak of hatred from him or something, but his reply was quite sweet. I mean the man must have been made out of straw in order not to notice the "vibes" this week, so it just goes to show he isn't as insensitive as some specimens out there. He basically replied- "that's fine, I feel the same, and good luck with... x" which was sweet and didn't leave a bitter taste in my mouth. I replied he should keep on dating as he's a great catch, I just hope in future he won't lie about his porn (I didn't write that by the way!).

These aren't my own words, it was sent to me by a friend. I think the gist is that you should buy a book by this guy, which I may not do ("oftentimes"- HELLO!?) but I think overall his advice makes sense. See if you agree!
Here goes:

Well, what can I say...
Chubby called me again last night with that sexy rauchy Scottish voice of his, and I just melted, how predictable!
He wants me to come up and see him, but I won't. I think...
After all, if I have a good thing going with Cashmere, why spoil it and confuse myself and poor baby-Scot!?
Anyway, I dread my mobile bill. His credit ran out after about 30 mins (well even on the phone you need a bit of general chit-chat and foreplay...), then I rang him back.
I came first, as per usual.
He got me to use my vibrator, although I was dead embarrassed at the noise, I can't help but wonder if my neighbours can hear the buzzing!
I heard my upstairs neighbour have sex the other night. She is dating this bloke who used to be in a famous band- her friend set them up to cheer her up after a breakup. Now he's a bit wrinkly but seems to be a starbetween the sheets, or rather on the sofa (her bedroom is above my kitchen...)!
This usually fairly reserved and dignified lady was gasping and screaming in extasy as if there was no tomorrow, and the sofa or whatever it was kept banging against the wall.

When I felt cold he still felt hot-
your bed was soft and warm and gave me comfort.
With him I slept but had no rest,
with you I hardly slept but I felt rested.
I woke up to his scowling face,
his voice at night had made me jump;
Your presence in the morning made me happy
we smiled and didn't even have to speak.
With him there is a bristling distance
despite our sweaty bodies melting.
To you I feel so close it makes me dizzy-
adrenaline adds to the rush I get from you.
His language has turned coarser as we got intimate
you opened up another layer of connection.
He had no toothbrush, no consideration-
you gave me one, brandnew, and showered first and last.
He compliments my body and its movements
you compliment my spirit and inspire my thoughts.
He made me come, made sure I made me come-
you'll make me come back home with you again.
I could deal with your depression
but not his moodiness.
He lied about his porn so clear inside his drawer,
you said it's obvious, you used to trade at school.
He won't admit to sleeping with his friends,
I know about your past and almost present lovers.
His style inspires nothing but contempt,
you wear the nicest things I want to stroke and smell.
He whistles and it fills the air with silence-
you say nothing yet I feel spoken to.
You offered me a choice at breakfast and half your avocado,
he didn't offer much and made me late.
The more I get to know him, the less there is to like;
But you reveal more layers of attractive fascination.
He likes to joke about the things I find important,
you open up another chamber to your heart.
You mentioned love on our second date, wrote it in rhymes onto the bill,
he had it in a pre-fab card in our second month and it meant nothing.
You danced with me so skillful to my music-
he just refused because he hates my tunes.
He will never truly get me
but you had me from the start.

I spent last night with Cashmere.
Too good to write down really...
So totally different, unbelievable.
The difference between fucking and nearly making love, then totally consuming each other in the first morning light by the sounds of the birds.
In the cinema he massaged and licked my hands and fingers, so wonderfully intimate and with just the right pressure, remember this is the man who encouraged me to have other lovers, yet I didn't tell him that less than 24 hours before I had been wanking off Rugby with the same hands...
I gross myself out sometimes!
But it's also sexy somehow, even though I nearly felt as if I'd betrayed Cashmere, I also thought whether at this stage I would mind if he'd licked out another girl at the same time as I was in bed with Rugby, and I have to say, not really...
I mean I can hardly be demanding this early on, can I!?

Oh man, what am I DOING!?
Went over to Rugby's last night, almost despite better judgement, we went out for an Indian with the worst customer service in the world (apart from Won-Key's)- walking through the countryside cold didn't exactly do my sinuses any favours.
And he is so short...
Argh!

We watched a DVD, I had some wine, we kissed, fucked on the furniture and the floor, it was nice but meaningless somehow, all the intellectual spark seems to have evaporated. The man can bicker for England: I asked to borrow his toothbrush, which I hate doing, but I have even more to go to sleep with dirty teeth (does that make sense in the context? Whatever...). Then he goes: "I heard it is dangerous not to brush your teeth every day, you can die..:" I didn't quite believe that, but I know one of the reasons cavemen didn't grow very old was tooth decay, which led to starvation.
I am no historian, but it's something like that anyway...
So I went, "ok, yeah right, so you see it's important I brush my teeth", but he was just being ironic. He told me he'd gone for a week without brushing his teeth in the Australian bush, urgh!

I used his toothbrush anyway, I mean if it's ok to snog me and have me suck his cock, surely I can clean my teeth with his toothbrush one would think!? Anyway, he should have had a spare one.
Then he wouldn't let me go to sleep, after being insistant we move up to bed, which I found irritating. No comment either on my ney silk nighty... The guy is beyond hope, or rather I am for not dumping him sooner.

Whatever, I was sort of looking forward to doing naughty things in his sauna, but it never came to that. He takes the mick if I don't drink (much), and I find this hard work.

This morning I had his hands all over me again, I needed to get back to sleep and was annoyed, he seemed to get a bit pissy about it, or maybe I am just sensitive. I hate getting woken up by prying hands!

Had weird nightmares as a result.
It all sounds terrible, but really he's a nice guy, I just don't seem to get on with him. Sex was good and he enjoys me wanking him off, however I wished I was with Cashmere instead.
No self respect!?

I had lunch with Bankboy, which was fun but he seemed a bit shyer than his big brother which was a slight disappointment. He is handsome and interesting alright, and paid for the very exclusive meal (thank God, who knows how much it came to!? My "starter" alone was 10, then a tiny bit of salad for 4 pounds, followed by an ice cream and cappuccino- he had pork at 18 quid, my word! Plus chips and juice and water...)- we may meet up again when he returns from skiing. Not a huge spark though.

Now I am off to meet Cashmere, feel a bit guilty, but he knows (sort of), although I won't rub it in.

Chubby has been quiet, he told me Birmingham would be a "testosterone-fuelled" affair, but since it doesn't look like I'm working now I may still spontanously decide to go and see if I am missing out on his now-toned body...?

It worries me about Rugby a bit actually, I mean he is quite fit but he eats junk and drinks beer, he's got a belly which is only likely to grow into infinity once he stops playing rugby...

Better to stick with yoga-fit Cashmere boy, or Bankboy who has signed up for the Stockholm marathon!

I have met a truly amazing guy. He is easily my intellectual superior, very educated, interesting and eloquent, sexy, confident yet sensitive.
He is aware of my situation, i.e. the competition of fellow "suitors" which he appears to find a turn-on. The funny thing is, whilst emotionally I feel very close to him and have confessed a few secrets and innermost thoughts as well as some of the anguish I experienced last year, we haven't slept together yet.
It isn't far off though, I can tell you!

Which leaves me in a peculiar situation (again).
I met him briefly on the 14th before I had to go to work, and he'd bought me a book on poetry. I'd read him some of my writing on our second date, and by the end of the night he'd invited me skiing with his posh friends (even offering to sponsor ski school, the madman!). I can't go though because of work (yes, stupid me), yet the possibility of him taking an ex fills me with jealous pangs.

I mean, as soon as I begin to really like someone, I feel loyalty towards them and guilt creeps in if I divide my attention to others, but this guy (let's call him Cashmere boy, I loved his jumper!) specifically told me not to feel guilty and to do what I wanted until either of us felt the need to ask for exclusivity.
This is amazing, and it was a huge relief to feel I could be honest with him and didn't have to hide parts of my personality.

I know it wouldn't be easy, this boy's job takes him away for months at a time, but it may also offer me the opportunity to travel with him, which is tempting.

The way he writes makes me wet.
He first kissed me, quite unexpectedly, over a lychee champagne at the St Martin's Lane hotel.
Our first date was before I first slept with Rugby (I think), and now I am somehow confused.
I feel that odd sense of expectation towards me from Rugby, and he was good in bed and I like his company and how relaxed I feel in his home (when he is sober). We still haven't explored the possibility of fucking in his parents' sauna, and I love singing with him...
However I can tell he's not the ONE.

Cashmere could be, but I haven't known him long enough to find out if he has any irritating habits (apart from fidgeting) which may weigh heavier than our obvious intellectual compatibility.
I love his kisses and his touch.
Rugby, despite claiming he was into my feet, wouldn't know a foot massage if it bit him on the balls!
Cashmere, despite his contempt for all things commercially "Valentine", couldn't keep his hands off me on Tuesday- his touch and kisses felt heavenly in public, I wonder how he would make me feel in his bedroom...

He walked me to work after we had finished and had I paid for our tea and hot chocolate (after all the poor guy was charged nearly 100 quid for our dinner the other day, including £4.50 for a small plate of carrots, potatoes and green beans!), and this is where the "no guilt" conversation occured. Somehow prematurely one might think, seeing that we have yet to close the deal, but we both feel that the potential is huge. Then again I always feel that when I first meet someone.

This whole scenario is exactly as I previously described it, guys shouldn't expect fidelity as soon as you sleep together, but it is hard to keep lots of things/flings going at once. Especially when you like one more than the others.

There is also this guy I had lunch with after we worked together a few weeks ago, man what a day that was:
In the morning I left Rugby's house after a night and early morning of sex which included all his leather furniture apart from his office chair, then had lunch with Camden boy, then later I met Cashmere for dinner/drinks and he kissed me for the first time.
The most awkward thing was, when Rugby called whilst I was having coffee with Camden- to find out where I'd hidden his keys.
I should have just ignored the phone, what was I thinking!?
To Rugby I said I couldn't chat cos I was "with someone", whereupon Camden replied: "I am not just someone" but never asked who had called me- he must have assumed I have a boyfriend!
Camden was very interesting to talk to, he has also struggled with depression in the past and we have a lot in common regarding our carreer choice and education.

And tomorrow I am meeting someone for the first time who I am REALLY curious about- he is the brother of a guy I met in France in 2004; this guy was so unique and intelligent, multilingual, successful and well-travelled I thought he is the one and only- then it turned out he has a brother, who is even better-looking!
According to his picture... We'll see.
He has booked us a restaurant for lunch tomorrow, and our chat on the phone earlier was very funny.

Tomorrow night I am seeing Cashmere, but I can't make up my mind whether to see Rugby tonight or not. I am still a bit tired and have a cold, and it seems pointless somehow, but I dread "breaking up" with him before he's even given me my Valentine's card, awful I know... I sent him one in the post, maybe I shouldn't have bothered (it seemed like the right thing to do), so he'd think I am a bitch and leave me alone... Shame, cos I did like him.

A boy I worked with on Tuesday told me off for dating someone shorter than me, easy for him to say- he is a 6'4'' rower!
After our shift I disentangled myself from a 45-year old divorced guy with 3 teenage children who had just given me a glass of champagne to entice me to start a new family with him, and asked the Rower to come clubbing with me.
We ended up on the 7th floor of a posh member's club, where I got us some wine. We sat down to chat because he seemed incredibly shy about dancing, but later I managed to drag him down to the dancefloor with him. He was really self-conscious because of his height (no idea why!) and never looked me in the eyes whilst we danced, making him appear a bit gay- but he seemed to enjoy it.
He has an incredibly tall and strong body, I bounced on his knees like I was weightless, and when he kissed me I felt totally wrapt up in him.
I didn't take him home with me despite his claims of being a "very nice boy" (hello!?), instead he sent me an apologetic email suggesting we get together after his return from South Africa. Sounds good to me, but I think he is too shy for anything serious. I mean he comes across really cool and confident, he is well-spoken and powerfully built, but he needs to find a bit more arrogance and cheekyness within. Nice for a night out snogging, and I enjoyed talking to him, but I doubt there is much of a future. Especially since he's also still heartbroken about his girlfriend going travelling for six months in December!

I guess I will explore things slowly with Cashmere, cool them off gradually with Rugby, find out more about Camden, and get to know the Bankboy tomorrow at lunch...
Why can't I split myself into more than one person!?

Decided not to go to Birmingham after all as I may be working...

I did the deed with Rugby last night, it was great but I wish we'd taken more time. I wish I'd taken more time full stop.
I don't mean the shagging, that went on for long enough and I had a good time, but I felt a bit rushed when we started making out nearly as soon as we'd walked in the door.
Also I got the impression he nearly wanted to do it without a condom, which is a bit of a turn-off.
So, now I don't know if he expects me to be his girlfriend or what!?

I need to find out, I am a bit freaked actually.
My new year's resolution was:
-to take my time really getting to know someone before launching into a relationship or having sex with him
-to stay true to myself
-not to get drunk/wasted and then regret what happens.

Ok, so I wasn't drunk and neither was he, but we had a bit of an in-depth conversation about his drinking over dinner and it transpired that apparently to be a really cool rugby lad you need to get so drunk you have to have your stomach pumped. I thought that was one of the dumbest things I heard all year, I mean as if the doctors have nothing better to do than save the lives of those suffering from self-inflicted "illnesses"!
He also insisted he and his mates were happy/sleepy drunks and the worst thing they ever did was strip in public (!) and snog random people, oh and get black-outs so I guess they have no clue really WHAT they get up to...

When I mentioned the only times I had cheated on people was when I was drunk, he looked somewhat alarmed. He confessed himself he's from a bit of a sheltered background, and I guess he doesn't mix with enough females to consider the alcohol/safety issue...

Anyway, I had some sparking Chardonnay when we got in, which I drank in front of the fireplace whilst we started kissing, all of a sudden I was naked and so was he, he really has amazing shoulders but it all went a bit quick.
I went down on him with the wine in my mouth which he appeared to enjoy, also it takes the taste away if they are a bit iffy- and I could detect a slight taste of something funky going on, which was a bit of a downer as I'd washed my bits in preparation with the towel in his loo.
The rest was good, he licked me out and put a finger inside me the way I like it, I was really wet and horny and couldn't wait to go upstairs. But there was definitely a moment when he thought about doing it without a rubber, of that I am sure and I must have looked horrified. I had one in my bag too, but we went into his bedroom which was preferable to the carpet anyway- and I didn't want to burn my toes in the fire either!

His cock was a nice size for someone as short as him , and it felt amazing inside me.
I loved his weight on me, and he is so muscly and fit, he can keep going for ages.
I came when he was doing me from behind, I enjoyed being able to be noisy because of the lack of neighbours or nosy flatmates!
Then I stroked his cock until he came, sucking on his balls. He liked my technique, saying I must have done this before (you don't say! ), also he realised that his warning that he takes ages to come and might not be able to, was in vain. He did come, and I think he was a bit surprised. I am now the official queen of hand jobs!

I like the fact I can laugh and joke with him, and we seem to click on an intellectual level still, but I just can't imagine having much of a future with a hardcore drinker. I would hate waiting up for him and seeing him roll in drunk twice a week, reeking of booze, whistling and making a nuisance of himself...
My mate said that he's still a bachelor after all and may well change, but I won't hold my breath.
He has stayed true to his word and not touched a drop, but this is another lil red flag going up- does he not know when to stop once he starts boozing!?

I don't know why I feel a bit empty after all this, I am reading it and the whole encounter sonds quite matter-of-fact. Am I disappointed because I had higher expectations and was hoping to feel in love with him?
Am I still scared to let go?
I was soo horny and really needed to do this, but I almost wish he wasn't interested in me now.
We aren't meeting up tomorrow now, which is a relief actually because I need to straighten my head out. I didn't know how to tell him that but I dropped into the conversation that I wanted to take my time and not rush the whole thing (I bet he wants me to meet his boozy mates next, and his boozy parents) - he said fine- but what I really want to do is run a mile.
Maybe I am just tired.
Up shagging till 1am, then again at 7am, home on the train and bus (took ages), back to bed for a bit... I feel like I have no time to concentrate on myself and my studies, which I told him too. I have this weird thing of just launching myself into a relationship and leaving myself behind, wondering where I went.
I do so much for guys and neglect my own needs, then it comes back to bite me in the ass.

------------WASTE OF TIME-------------
I didn't really need to spend 6 months with a semi-geriatric when I was 21, who made me feel fat, never said he loved me and was up chanting his Buddhist nonsense at 6am... I say nonsense because he only ever chanted for material stuff, but I am not sure it works.

I didn't need to spend two afternoons taking up the Bastard's trousers for his short legs, imagine what I could have done with my time!

I didn't need to spend over 3 years with a child who could cook neither rice nor pasta, whose parents didn't own a single book and made us eat frozen ready-meals...

I didn't have to hang my heart on a guy who was married to his job and nearly too shy to share his mattress with me when I came to stay over... The first guy to ever make me come with his fingers alone...

I didn't need to leave home to live with an uneducated cockney boy who paid more attention to his play station than his laundry, and once pushed me in the direction of a hot chip pan befor punching me in the stomach...

I didn't need to sleep with the pseudo-lawyer who made me drink so much "plonk" I couldn't stop him fucking me without a condom; he was the one with the recent high-profile celeb breakup (curse his stubbly face)...

I didn't need to feel so down that I got a stupid student to fuck me on a roof in LA...

Also I didn't need to spend two years in love with the snobby son of my biology teacher, who only ever played around with me once (after my mum chucked me out following an argument), had just pickled peppers and champagne for breakfast (yes really) and then "left" me for a fifteen-year old (I felt soo old. I was 17!). He was so stupid, he once rang me up in a panic because one of his friends said they'd seen me with a pram- we were both wearing pants that night and I took the morning after pill the next day!!!

And I didn't have to waste those nights chasing a terribly arrogant Swedish boy with a small cock who then tried to put it in me without my consent. After he went to sleep I went searching round for some cab money and discovered he left little notes for his flat mates everywhere, saying they needed to wash up and stuff...

I wasted my time waiting for my "boyfriend" to phone me after he left me in a club with no money, so drunk I was throwing up over the sofa in the VIP... My friend and I did a runner from the cursing taxi driver and I had a message on my mobile from him, after which he forgot to hang up so I heard him slag me off to his mate...

SO, enough wasted time for me...

Feeling sexually frustrated after the non-event on Sunday at Rugby's house, I was pleasantly surprised to hear from Chubby boy.

Interesting...