Bear blog

Yesterday was our second anniversary. Thank you to the people who sent us cards and well-wishes. We went to Terracotta to celebrate n'that.

It was good. Although we were sat right by the toilets, it put me in prime position to watch people get up for their food. Funny looking people I spotted included an enormously fat man who waddled over to the puddings counter, heartily slapped his big fat belly, and then proceeded to pile about six different puddings into his bowl. There was another enormously fat man who looked the image of Phil Jupitus. I wanted Pete to go up and ask for his autograph but he wouldn't. The spoil sport. There was also a regular from the library in there. She comes in every few days to borrow DVDs. I don't think she's got any friends (I certainly didn't see her talking to anyone in the restaurant). She'll be in tonight, taking out four films. I guarentee it.

About half way through the meal a big group of girls came in for a birthday celebration. Sigh. They sat right next to us and proceeded to giggle and scream at each other at the tops of their voices. I wouldn't have minded so  much if they'd  been young exuberant things, but they weren't. They were decidedly past their prime. With jowls and everything. Most of them were overweight, all of them were mingers. And they did that stupid double kissing thing all the time.

It was alright though, cause we just did surrupticious v-signs at them and tittered to ourselves.