Oh wow, lmao. I got off with Julian Barratt last night. In a don't-worry-it-didn't-really-happen sense. For whatever reason, I dreamt the Boosh boys were at my Gran's house at some family do (as far as it is known, Becky is not related to either of them). Julian followed me up to the bathroom and stated coming on to me. And I was all, 'But....your ( Read more... )

Four things of no particular importance:

1) The Boosh night was verrr verrr good. Although they almost ignored the best series, Craig still doesn't 'get it', and the Eels song appears to be scheduled to play on loop in my head for ever more. # FINDIN' AN ENTRANCE WHERE THEY CAN #.

2) Earlier today...
ME: OMG DRESS. £25? £25? Have I got-
MUCH SPEEDIER ( Read more... )

That's what I've missed - being able to have an entire conversation with my mother about Angelina Jolie's nose as we watch Tomb Raider for the millionth time.

Christmas, then. It was fine. I got through in one piece. No migraines, no disapearing off to the bedroom, it was reasonable. Lovely to see everyone again after an entire year. Still really ( Read more... )