Everybody want to stay in the Hotel De Dixon these days! The plush surroundings, four star food and magestic sweeping grounds make it a must see attraction for any tourist / bum / down-and-out.

Our unexpected houseguest arrived yesterday afternoon and Rocker immediately set about his favourite sport, Boy Baiting. (Our houseguest you see goes by the name The Boy, much to his changrin). Well, boys will be boys I suppose and they were soon hooked up intraveniously to the xbox and shouting insults at each other. I had to miss Hollyoaks for this!

The one thing I do like about The Boy (there are other things, he's not totally horrendous) is his knowledge of film. Now I am a film geek, I love talking about Auteurs, Cinematography, Film Noir etc, etc - and could go on for hours. Eyes usually glaze over when I start to speak, film is almost the only thing that gets me in such an excited state (almost, I said!), so it's nice to have someone who will talk back in the same way. And he wants to watch Sideways with me, which is even better - Rocker didn't seem to keen, "Another s*thouse movie, Boon?". So I don't mind having him around, it's ok by me.

I must say *** HAPPY BIRTHDAY *** to my baby bro - who is 25 years old today - I can hardly believe it. The littlest Hobo is now not so little. I actually quite like my brother, which believe me I might not have said a few years ago.

I fully accept I was probably just as horrible as he was, I used to ask my mum how long it took for her to get on with her brothers. She said ages and ages then one day it will all come together. I hope it will now. I would like to get to know him, sometimes I think I don't know anything about him, but at the same time as knowing exactly how his mind works. Because we are quite similar I think.

Mum says he is so much like my dad was that it's uncanny. He is the spit of what dad looked like when he was in his twenties. I miss my dad - I so wish he was around to meet us as we are now.

Tomorrow Rocker and I are escaping to a quiet table for two at a Chinese restaurant in town. I can't wait - the place is meant to be very good but pricey. I don't care. It's our anniversary, see. Three years on the 29th. Well, could technically be the 28th really as we finally 'got' it together around midnight ish, so it's a bit of a blurred line really. But three years of togetherness! I can hardly believe it.

Before Rocker the idea of spending three consecutive days with the same person was something of a record. Maybe that was my choice, maybe it was the sort of bloke I was associating myself with who knows?

I've been there done it all, married (unbeknownst to me), in a relationship with someone else (known to me, i'm ashamed to say), stalker (*shudder*), unrequited (more than once I might add, I used to thrive on the angst), weirdo, w*nker, gay, etc, every colour of the relationship rainbow.

At least now I can let myself go...