I am confined to my fate...
...of having to keep an apostrophe on the clipboard and Ctrl+V every time I need one. Poor, poor laptop. Nasty, evil Ribena. "What's a boy to do?" I ask myself. Listen to copious amounts of trashy music starting with the soundtrack to "school of rock" - ok not trashy but I need to build up to trashy - I have the "Bridget Jones's Diary OST" in reserve - I have to admit it is mine and was bought in a fit of sheer gay-ness. Blame "repugantia futtilis est" a.k.a. The Mastercard and having watched the film far too many times to tell you "It's not you, you're lovely. It's vile Richard, ugh! He's just a big knob-head with no knob" [possibly the best line in the film]. Perhaps the only bit of cheese/pop I own.
*lol* I find the british commentators at the olympics so amusing; we reach a semi final in the swimming and it's deemed fantastic - can you ever imagine the Americans and Australians settling for second or in our case 16th best - pur-lease!
*lol* I find the british commentators at the olympics so amusing; we reach a semi final in the swimming and it's deemed fantastic - can you ever imagine the Americans and Australians settling for second or in our case 16th best - pur-lease!