The TV downstairs had The Truth About Boybands*, and what do I walk in on? Good old Wetslide's video with BOBBEH2'S ICE CREAM BEWBS. Sexeh timing.

Bugger, I don't have an appropriate icon. Must rectify. Now.

In other news, I've always been aware that I talk in my sleep. I've been known to yell out all sorts of nonsense, and even hold conversations. ( Read more... )

• 00:14 I have not forsaken you, it is technology that's enjoying forsaking me. Have internets and phone again. Just abo- #
• 00:17 Nah, still here. Stig has just brought me an empty cereal bar wrapper. Not the sort of hunting you tend to see in the wild. X #

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• 01:23 My cat, Spooky, is watching The Young Ones. Even felines can be comedy connoisseurs. x #

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Some of my early school buddies now have kids that are over ten years old (and feel perfectly free to stop and consider my age, and therefore precisely how old/young everyone is/was. Yes, that's Rochdale for you). I, meanwhile, am not ready for kids even at this time of my life. And if I didn't already know this, it's illustrated perfectly by the ( Read more... )

After a sizeable gap in the celebrity dreams, I had a random corker of one yesterday. It started off as what was clearly a Top Gear challenge - I haven't even watched it in the last week - and it was set, in all places, a school. This is my subconscious, after all. It quickly became clear that I could only see Clarkson and Hammond, and the way the ( Read more... )

My Dad stood me up on Friday. Oh, snap! In some sort of fairness a) he met someone and b) it's all a bit sudden for me so..... well, I don't know. Draw your own conclusions. I'm just asking for a bit more thoughtfulness where friends/family are concerned.

It's been a week since I lived a quarter of a century. 25 has not been fun so far ( although to ( Read more... )

Argh, the last fortnight was shitty. Shitty Shitty Mcshitty of the Shit Clan. *Sigh*

As you may have gathered, on top of everything my cat, 6-year-old-but-everyone-thinks-she's-a-kitten Cho*, died. Poor little thing had been struggling for a bit - I kept telling Mum to take her to the vets back in January - but the heatwave finished her off. She was ( Read more... )

 RIP Cho.


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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... )

This is an entry of no real importance. T'is merely a quick drive-by picspamming for Christmas.

Firstly, yours truly in typical festive outfit.

You can probably easily imagine what everyone else might wear on Christmas day. I stand out a mile. Do excuse my red puffy face. Alcohol, there. Not a beauty treatment. This may also explain the really bad ( Read more... )