Paedo pop round this afternoon to pickup a laptop from my flat. It was the first time he has been to my flat. It turned this tasteless queen actually liked my place and also my red coffee table. Not sure if that is a good sign or not.
Julian and Ruben threw a Chinese new year house party. It was a good occasion for us lot to celebrate the year of the bitch. Was amazed to find out that Ruben in their new stunning house in SW9 didn't have a steamer but they came up with a genius improvised solution. David M. decorated their loft styled house with various pictures of dogs stuck onto a piece of red paper roll which went all the way round the bottom floor. My taste buds were treated to dim sum even though it did feel a bit bizarre eating prawn dumplings in the evening.
A few of the gang (Phu, Dan, Nigel & Brad) decided that they would spontaneously employ their artistic talents by producing a unique and bespoke Miss Fat Choi outfit for me with materials that Alexander McQueen wished he had access to. Found out the hard way why women cannot wear heels for sustained periods of time. It is excruciatingly and unbearably painful. I found this out when my fashion-designers-come-tailors constructed a tiny weeny gap in between my crotch area which meant I had a nightmare journey walking down a colossal flight of stairs.
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