Susan is Susan - to paraphrase Homer… the cause and the solution to all life’s problems.

Ok not quite, this way or that… but she’s still probably the best person I’ve ever known. She lent me 18,000 quid, When I needed it. When I couldn’t pay her back.

I actually really love her - most of my sense of humour is stolen from her’s. But she’s fucking hard work. Can’t live with here, and it’s not my choice, because she has a bloke, more substantial than I.

I’m a waif and a stray. ok?

I blame the parents. Never thought I’d hear myself say that.

Thats an old picture of Susan as well.