My Space.

Goingout

Well I've got no idea why, but I have spent the past few days troubling my little mind with creating a MySpace page. It's an all singing, all dancing affair with nugget's of information I'm sure I don't need to share, but which seem to be essential in the parallel world that is My Space.

Once there you will discover that I was, for a brief spell, the worst hairdressers receptionist ever to wheadle power over the fate of your hair. That I have strangely  eclectic taste in music and that I am, I am truly  sorry  to say, strangly drawn to the  angelic charm of  Pete  Doherty. You will be forced to listen to Brigitte Bardot singing in a silly fashion , and have to stare at the ludicrously pouty expression I always pull whenever there is a camera in the vicinity...

Come be my friend?

On My Wishlist...