For Mister Robin Gray.

My good friend Mr Robin Gray was dissapointed that he was not mentioned in my blog yesterday as I had seen him and he was hoping to get some sort of recognition, so this is for you Rob.

We went to the pub, I had calamari and a diet coke (I am on a diet you see, one stone by September booyah!) and Rob nicked my calamari and had a pint. We sat in the sun and discussed life and he listened to me bitch about the world and then chastised me for it, and I listened to his rose-coloured view of things and told him to stop being a pussy and man up. That is what we do. He laughed at me for being a commitmentphobic cynic and I laughed at him for being too ready to fall in love. He also had a go at me for smoking which I find ridiculous as we spent 3 years as a couple and all he did was smoke while all I did was moan about it.
I havn't seen my good friend Mr Robin Gray properly in quite a while.
It was very nice and lovely (that was my sincere comment of the day, congratulations).

There you go Rob, an entire blog for you, now I don't have to do fuck all for you for at least five years.