Blunch (noun): The official term for a bloggers' lunch.

God, I'm great at this words malarky, aren't I - perhaps I should consider writing for a living.

*ahem*

So, during this bit-of-a-piss-take-much-longer-than-received-permission-for lunch but hey, after this morning's news, fuckit, I have...

- Narrowly missed bashing my nose in by attempting to walk through a locked door. And no, I hadn't been drinking.

- Been hugged long, lots and in a lovely way on (and off) the streets of Mancsville.

- Been put at my ease straight away.

- Eaten far too much curry.

- Revealed - hopefully beyond the shadow of a doubt - that I am not a man(!)

- Talked about art, poetry, the Merchant Navy, accents, Palenka, religious orders, dogs, porn (the previous two were unrelated), the little-known problems of not being grumpy, Hull, annoyance services for hire, my the horror of being allergic to alcohol, Dora the Explorer, Tarot cards, scary estates in the Midlands, dodgy Stretford pubs, nearly Scotland, travel, friendship, incredible kindness, blogs, blogging, bloggers and a whole lot more.

- Giggled Laughed. Lots.

I am now...

- Full.

- Happy.

- Looking forward to tomorrow.

- Off to add a few friends to my list.

- In desperate need of a mint.

And I am not putting a picture of me up on my blog. You'll just have to read it, Saf... ;)