Wow, its been a long time since I posted. But there’s been a reason for me neglecting you. I’ve moved servers! i’m now hosted by the wonderful Michael. Who is very kindly hosting me for free. I’m actually typing this in textedit because the DNS doesn’t seem to want to update for me, it works for everyone else except myself. So I cant see the site on the new server. Wow and mirth.

So today I’m going to talk to you about myspace. A couple of months ago I joined the Universal Bloggers Forum. I set about posting and eventually the admin of the group replied, for some reason I kept checking to see if he had. So a couple of posts later, i get a friend request. Thereafter ensued a lot of emails, myspace comments and eventually, MSN.

And finally 2 weeks ago. We met up :) At this point I’m going to introduce you to our mysterious myspace pervert (my affectionate name for him). He is of course Rhys who you may have seem spamming my site, shamelessly promoting his forum which I’m glad to say is tween free! He lives in Colwyn Bay, which for the non geographers is in the north of Wales. He came down for a ‘holiday’ in london for four days. You can read about his holiday on his site, but I’m sure your all far more interested in whether he raped me or not.

Well, on thursday evening I got a text message asking if I wanted to meet up on friday as well as saturday, of course I did, so on friday morning I hopped onto a train to london and found my was to south kensington station. I stood there for about ten minutes until I saw a familiar face in a very bright red (welsh) fleece. I waved and grinned stupidly, said hello and we set about trying to find our way to the science museum, which was putting on a display of old retro games.

After I beat him at street fighter on my first ever go, we went in search of my favourite restaurant in Soho. I was very impressed with Rhys’s chopstick handling skills. and after lunch, we sat in Leicester square talking until we both had to go for previous engagements at 5.

The birds in Trafalgar Square.

Us in Leiscester Square.

The next day we arranged to meet up at waterloo station, and we walked along the Thames to the Tate modern, where any maturity I though Rhys had when straight out of the window as he joined a queue to the slides.

I had a fit of girlyness and didn’t go on one, I went downstairs to watch Rhys emerge as happy as a school boy at the other end. After the slides we went across the wibbly wobbly bridge, also known as the millenium bridge and then round st pauls cathedral where in his own words ‘he stole my virginity’…my subway virginity that is. I then decided it was time for some shopping as we headed to the trocodero, where yes, he did beat me at mario cart but I couldn’t reach the pedals! We then went to Hamleys and my height was again shown up by a stuffed giraffe.

After the shopping, we had decided to go to Covent Garden for a night out in London because I’d never been out in London at night, so we headed back to Rhys’ to get changed, as soon as we got there however we both came over rather tired and well, it got to be about 8 o’clock and neither of us had moved, much, we decided to go down the road to have dinner and then call it a night. What a night.

So that was my blogmeet with Rhys, I assure you he’d not a pervert and hes very very gentlemanly. I have to say that because you’ve probably gotten rather the wrong impression of me and of him from my last paragraph. Hes a wonderful guy and I cant wait till he comes to see me in Canterbury in two weeks because I miss him so much!

Moral meaning of this post, not all guys on myspace are perverts!