A couple of new stars in the sky

I have to say goobye to my Great Nanna who passed away this week. I'm not as upset as perhaps I should be, but to be honest it has been on the cards for the last six weeks or so. She was 92 and didn't want to hang around. I suppose that it's a blessing that she went in her sleep. The funeral isn't going to be for another fortnight - but not a lot we can do about it. Goodnight Great Nanna.

Sad news this week also includes the death of probably the greatest footballer ever. Now I know L is going to rant on about his liver transplant and son on and so forth - but don't. The man has died, I think he has learned his lesson. The liver could've gone to someone else, but we don't live in an ideal world. Go well, Georgie Boy.

On a happier note, I turn 22 on Sunday. In fact, it's going to be fun, fun, fun this weekend.