Well, I've managed to finally get my waist fractionally slimmer. I've lost about 2 inches to far, my man boobs are starting to look a little less like actually requiring a bra rather than simply wearing one from taste.

Speaking of which, I bought a new top from New Look (I'm right posh me) and was shocked to find that it actually suits me! Lordy lordy! Usually I buy outfits which look frankly shocking on me, but simply like them. These include things like very girly skirts and dresses, which I really love, but to tend to look like something from a Monty Python sketch. This top however actually suits me, in a slightly rackish, piratey kind of way (sans parrot). So I went back and bought another two. It's a sad day when one blows all their wages in New Look, but there you have it. Actually, the look I'd really like is along the lines of Adam Ant.. perhaps not quite so Adam Anty, but along those lines. Dandy highwayman type thing. Once the waist pulls in a little I may be able to achieve this seemingly impossible task. Dandy highway men aren't generally big fat wobbly, baldy men who wheeze after 18th century hourse drawn coaches. That's just not the right image at all

Still doing the Judo, although we've changed the night to Thursday as their are more juniors on Thursdays. Both of us are a little tired of having less chance of throwing someone than a mouse has of beating a rhino at sumo. Or suduku for that matter. Although mice may well be good at suduku, I've never challenged one. I maybe maligning the honest little mouse in his or her suduku abilities, for that I appologise.

No job on the scene yet. Each day I go on the internet and submit my CV to all and sundry (IT agencies mostly - although a career as a prostitude is beginning to show appeal), recieve an email saying something along the lines of "Thankyou very much Mr.Read, we'll be right on the case! You'll have a new job by lunchtime or my name's not 'Lyingbastard Joe'". This then involves a length wait, then my phoning them a week later and them not having the faintest idea who the fuck I am. I then explain and they ask for my CV, which I presume gets automatically deleted on recieving. Bloody agencies.

Well, I can't stay here chatting all day, so I bid you farewell and kindly request your money or your wife. The exchange rate (I've been informed) for wives is very favourable at present having gone up against the totsie by 3.5.

Love and kisses

Will

PS - If I get the chance I shall upload a picture of my new top, being sported by my gentile frame.