Anonymous, Stamp Gits, and Trumpet Players.

Evening, chaps. It has come to my attention that I haven't written here for a couple of months. This was, in fact, brought to my attention firstly by a friend who can recall the date of my last blog exactly- isn't that fabulous? Secondly, by a lot of emails from the website telling me that some arsehole called 'Anonymous' posting spam about...I don't even know. However, Anonymous, I don't appreciate it. Please bugger off. YOU'RE GETTING IN MY MIND. Seriously, I had a dream I was bitching about how much I hate you over icecream with Mamma Dunford. Most surreal thing ever.
Recently I have learnt that people who call themselves stamp experts are usually gits, and that playing the trumpet can make a slightly creepy person extremely creepy, but I'm not entirely sure why.
See you later alligator.

Daphne.