The queen is dead, long live the queen!

I swear the cunt has kicked the little pygmy ginger bucket on purpose, just to get all of us back on the blogs.

There is nothing I can say here about the passing of my friend that I haven't already said in a dozen other places this week, so I won't.

All I will say is that for years I wondered why Piggy always referred to Tazzy as his superhero. After all, Taz - despite his rugged looks and chunky stature - was softer than a box full of kittens and as camp as a field full of pink tents. Well, I found out why this week, when he sent me a message to keep my chin up and stop blubbing.

This is a man who has just lost the love of his life and he's being strong for me, because I haven't the strength to deal with the loss.

Thank you Tazzy, you're my superhero.

I needed something to make me smile again, and believe it or not making this helped.....

Goodnight Piggy, sweet dreams.

You irritating little ginger, loveable cunt.