Now if only next time I see him I'm not wearing stupid fucking Sunday fucking uniform...GRAAAAH.
ANYway. Oh...and...my Nan came...which was...nice. ~smile~ She brought me mince pies. And chocolate. I love my nan.
And Tasha's mum came up and said how lovely she thought my singing was...and Julian just, just STOOD there and said NOTHING and GRR. MEN. THEY'RE ALL THE SAME. (Apart from Chris, who's so different it's almost scary, but in a good way.)
I hope G's not waiting for *me* to call...I'm on Y!M though...