Got Cosmopolitan - it had a little interview w/Jack Whitehall and Zawe Ashton as Ultimate Newcomer (can I just say I am loving the new series of Fresh Meat? And if I could find some JP/Giles slashfic it would make me very happy *g*) and Kelly Osbourne as Ultimate Style Icon. Tho' it did rather go and spoil things by having One Direction as Ultimate Men or something - FFS Cosmopolitan you're supposed to be a magazine for grown women not fucking teenyboppers. (They were also doing a free gift of VO5 Frizz Ease Serum).
Also got Marie Claire (free gift was a choice of either Jodie Kidd primer or mascara). They also had a lovely interview with Damian Lewis (he was on Have I Got News For You? and was brilliant) and a short one w/Lady Gaga plus an article on Elizabeth Taylor.
I thought I would watch One Day (the film based on David Nicholls book) as I've never seen it before or read the book - I thought it was supposed to be rom-com about friends who eventually end up together but without the awful saccharine schmaltz or Jennifer Aniston that Hollywood rom-coms are obsessed with
It was all going OK - the 2 main leads were reasonably unannoying and they were finally getting together then -- NOBODY TOLD ME SHE GETS FUCKING KILLED!!! Just like that, out of the blue, Emma (the one Anne Hathaway played) gets knocked over by a lorry and dies. Yes, I get that it was supposed to be some sort of dramatic plot twist and blah-blah life is short/seize the day but I get a bit sick of writers doing this. In a way it's not that unexpected anymore because I've seen it before and it always seems abrupt and jarring and yes, I know that these things happen in real life but so do many other amazing and incredible things (both the good and the bad) so please stop thinking that by suddenly killing off the lead character you are in some way being edgy and deep and meaningful.
It actually spoilt the film for me - I'd rather they'd just gone for the traditional ending.
But then I found a really good Rupert Graves film online (of which more later on) which did the job of cheering me up - because Rupert Graves in leather trousers on a motorbike is always a good thing *g*