Well I'd like to think I'm the mess you'd wear with pride.

I used to know a girl who would call my mobile phone for a second, then hang up, when she was thinking of me. At the time I found it an amusing display of teenage poverty, where money would be spent on essential teenage survival kits consisting of booze, cigarettes and clothes. Phone credit was a luxury.

I find a sort of sweet comfort in thinking about it now. It was nice to find out she thought about you 7 times during the night. Cheesy warmth on a cold night like this.

APPEND!

I've found the joys of swing music!

Get the dance floor...swinging!