Sunday, Sunday... day of revelation and partner-specification layered upon nicotine, caffeine, languid physical presence and vivid description of Pete's demi-erectile moments.
Deb's reinvention shocked me, didn't know how to approach this new-vision of demureness. Retro-dress soft on a haute-aura with black beads, 50's housewife-kicking-shit hooked with a pair of dangerous miu-miu sunglasses.
But as the day wrote it's pages her real-rocker roots began to sprout and i was reassured she has not gone soft.
A black heart is beautiful.
The glorious Miss mel shone like the koh-i-noor at sunrise, her appreciation of tobacco nuance impressed me so much i, gave her all my dutchies.
Such beauty and brains made my sunday more than just another weekend.
Pete was there too by the way, for he blogs (to the right please) his style is always understated cool.
Andrew and nori kept my council earlier on... Nori lost the holiday-fat and looking fabulous, like when i first met him 2 years ago. The most sexiest thing about Nori is that, he is extremely modest and has a smile that stops traffic. He's also a vet but unfortunately like most beauty that floats by ...he is taken.

Tonight i got a friend and..another friend in contact and now they are swimming in each others dreams, i hope something good will come of it.

Truth, beauty and a picture of you.