Y2K and a tenner...

And, well it's 2010 - woohoo! We had about 10 people over last night for food and a vast amount of alcohol (luckily, no one was sick or had to be put to bed! I suppose we are all just getting too old and responsible (giggle)). We all piled up onto the roof just before midnight to watch the fireworks being shot off from the London Eye (and numerous other locations), and to clunk together our fancy plastic champagne glasses. Five or so minutes of fireworks were enjoyed, and then we decided it was actually rather cold (and it had started to snow), so we all piled back inside and sat around the rather crispy Christmas tree. People wandered off by about 2 or 3am and the three of us bundled off to bed. Or, rather, David ended up falling asleep on the sofa, I actually went to bed, and I think Robin wandered off in a general bedward direction. This morning (and I say morning in the loosest possible way), there may have been some hangovers to be nursed (not bad ones though, thankfully), but, all and all, a complete success.

And - I think we officially ceased to be white trash today because we no longer have a sofa, shrink-wrapped and under a tarp, living on the roof. Our landlady refused to store any of the (really crappy) furniture this place came with, and we sure as hell weren't going to store it (mucho expensivo), so, we've used some of it, one of the mattresses went off to a friend's and has since disappeared (i.e., got thrown away), and now we are down a sofa as well. We decided it would be cheaper, in the end, just to get some crappy sofas to replace them rather than pay £75/month to keep them in storage. Anyway, we decided to get rid of the sofa b/c the roof started to leak (unrelated to the sofa), and we have a roofer coming out to fix things. It seemed like an opportune moment to get rid of the thing. So, I called the council, which is coming tomorrow morning to pick it up from the front yard (OK, we're still white trash b/c we now have a dead sofa sitting in the front yard). Problem was, the sofa was sitting on the roof, three floors up, and the stairway down is very narrow - no way to get large things down without getting the downstairs neighbours to open their doors so we can back up into their flats. We thought about a variety of ways of getting the sofa down - winching it down using a hose or whatever. But, in the end, David and Robin just gave it the old heave-ho off the back of the building, and I stood at the bottom to catch it, I mean, to make sure there was nothing important that it might hit. Fingers crosses, prayers said, they launched it off the top of the building and it landed with a rather loud crack (but in one piece and without breaking any windows or fences) into a bramble pile. Thank God for brambles! And then we hauled it around the back of the building, into the front yard, where tomorrow morning the council is to come haul it away to make park benches or Volkswagens or something out of it. We hope. If that fails, there is a large housing project next door to here with a big trash area and I'm sure they wouldn't notice the addition of a big, dead sofa... ;-)

So yeah - that's the big excitement so far for 2010 - sofas falling from the sky. It's a brave new world...

This just in - a case of 'you know you live in a gay household when...' Robin has been chatting with some potential love (of the moment) online. Rather abruptly, he marched over here (as I'm eating dinner) and said, 'Do I have a hairy buttcrack?' Apparently, that was on (or off) Mr. Online's checklist... Oh the things we do for good friends...