I was going to post yesterday, but I wasn’t having the best of days, and then the damn internet connection was giving me trouble last night and early this morning, so.
Dear Jeremy: Stop finding things on the internet and then not showing your television audience. Also, pls leave James’ Alfa unmolested. Hee.
Dear Richard: Ahahaha, Clarkson’s jacket! Also, carry on with the jeans and tight shirt look, pls. Stop crashing into the back of James’ car, though. You deserved to be left behind after that. You still looked v. pretty, though.
Dear James: *sigh* I don’t care how rubbish a driver you are on a track, you make me lol when shouting ‘cock’! And your lovely face on seeing all those brushes for cleaning your car! “Fondue?” - HEE. ILU the best.
All in all, top notch TG - ambitious, but rubbish!
Now, have I introduced you all properly to my new boyfriend?
This is Ben.
Ben is a racing driver.
Ben has been on TG.
Ben is very lovely.
I might be slightly in love with Ben.
Um,
tigertale7 and I might even have
started a community for Ben. Alright, fannish things out of the way, I think it might be time to read fic and eat lunch!