Confusion.


Steve and Yvonne are arguing; I don't know what about as when I approached them it suddenly became all my fault. Jez is running around like a over excited dog, chasing after a woman who probably doesn't give a shit about him. I've correctly identified 6 different women in identical outfits to their 1960's actress counterparts.

And this is all pointless because there was only one reason why I was out tonight. And as always I fluffed it and froze like a big christmas turkey trapped in a freezer.

Why is it with women I like that I must regress into school boy stupidity and not be able to speak to them. Stupid especially when you consider that all I want to do is tell them everything?

Grrr I hate me.