Just that she was gutted she couldn't come out on Saturday and she wanted to see me soon.
She then text me on Saturday night wishing me a happy new year and all that jazz, which prompted a back and forth for a couple hours. My texts got continually more ludicrous as time went on/I got more off my tits. She lapped it up and responded in kind, she's funny as fuck it has to be said. We also sorted out going out tomorrow and Saturday too, so now all is well again in Baz land.
(Barry from Eastenders is, despite the words written above, not a woman, Mon 2 Jan 2012, 16:52, Reply)