It's raining, it's pouring, my love life is boring me to tears

So sayeth Donna Summer (& Barbara Streisand, given half a chance), and so sayeth me and Daniel. We are two kids in Sheffield, just be-moaning the lack of romatic interest in our lives. Which makes no sense, as we are fucking hotties. We're like the Sugababes, we got all flavours for all tastes. You got tall, willowy Dan, son of elfin mother and satyr father, who will charm your pants off like right down your legs and round your ankles and me, a kind of squat dwarf-like figure with rotten teeth and a limp. Dan likes the ladies and i like the fellas, so really, no one has any reason for not getting all up in our business. The only reason i could think of would be sheer bloody minded arrogance. But while hobbling along from the sandwich shop [Johannes at the top of Ecclesall rd., mwah!!] and rending our garments in mourning for our fallen genitals, singing songs [Enough is Enough, Wish Someone Would Care, All By Myself] we realised, that in fact, we were basically the most attractive people in the world. I'm blogging, cheeky. Dan was wikipediing. So if you know whats good for you, take your pick ladies and gents and get down with the wickedness.