Robert Byron Hardy

Bob is in the house!

Fri, 23 Mar 2007 13:50:00 GMT

So I've been pretty dead lately. Just hibernating in my flat for the past months.
I have no idea what's up with all the rest of the guys, and I've decided to get off my lazy arse and find out.
We all need a good catch up some time, a party...with all of us, that would be great.
Alex is coming over for dinner tonight, which is expected. It was his birthday a couple of days ago so what better time is there to make an effort to see a good mate?

Sun, 31 Dec 2006 00:43:58 GMT

So, I just found out that Nick and Alex have broken up and that Nick is now with Lynsey. I can't believe she's fucking pregnant though. Nick may seem like the poor soul in this situation, but I feel really sorry for Alex. I know he's been a right slut himself, but I know that he truly did love Nick.
I mean how can Nick just get Lynsey pregnant like that? Hasn't he ever heard of contraception? I just seriously hope he knows what he's getting himself into and all the responsibilities in raising a kid.
As for Nick and Alex, I guess it's all over Rover. That's a shame because I thought they'd make a really nice couple.
I should go see Alex sometime, see how he's feeling and I need to catch up with Andy.

Alone and confused

Thu, 07 Dec 2006 01:34:35 GMT

So Andy just left all of a sudden.
He got a phone call. I wonder what it was all about, if you ask me, sounded like something art related, but he sounded pissed off nevertheless.
What just happened today seemed so weird. I never knew Andy was gay, but he just fell on top of me after "slipping in paint". It was so obvious he was making a move on me.
I never knew I was gay either, but now I'm seriously starting to doubt my sexuality. I suppose you could see it coming a mile off, all these girls interested in my cherubic looks, but I never fell for any of them.
I just hope Andy isn't using me, I'm not too sure about how he feels.

Back to art

Thu, 16 Nov 2006 07:03:13 GMT

I tried to ring Paul but his phone seems to be cut off. I thought I might start painting again and I was going to ask Paul if he could be my model. I think he could use some cash or maybe a bottle of scotch whiskey. Life models are hard to get and I know that Paul likes posing. Oh well, maybe he'll call me.