There's an interview with Robert Lindsay in yesterday's Daily Mail, with him going on about how he regrets losing friendships due to selfishness.

When real life goes and copies something you COMPLETELY MADE UP, that's eeeeeerie, that is.

In other news, someone stop my sudden hayfever. I can't take any more sneezing.

Argh, my ears are freaking me out ( Read more... )

*cough* I'm *cough* dying here *cough* you gotta save me. *cough* *cough* *splutter*  Cor an exploding door [/Young Ones]
Or at least get me a cup of tes. Someone pleeeeeease.

Anyway, now's a good a time as any (yes, like, because no one's reading Becky) to do this that's been going round:

How many times has someone on your friends list posted about ( Read more... )

And where exactly did I manage to find a cold? In May?

Either that, or I sandpapered my throat in my sleep again.

Meh. For I am decidingly under the weather. I have the plague. Or something ( Read more... )

Oh, now, that's embarrassing. I know I've had a mystery illness for the entire month which means I've not been able to eat anything resembling a meal (it's like some hardcore diet, wouldn't recommend it) but that was only after two glasses of wine. There I am talking about things being 'bettre' and apparently I downloaded some Rachel Stevens. Crazy ( Read more... )

Oh mehmehmeh. I'm ill. In August, yes. Imagine how annoyed I am ( Read more... )

( Boys! Leave the room! It looks like she's gonna mention the P word! )

Ah, March 28th. The birthday of dear Mr Barrie. Happy birthday Chris, even though it is unlikely you'll be reading a mere fan's random journal.
How do I love thee? Let me count the waysMr Barrie has introduced me to the likes of Red Dwarf, Brittas Empire, and Spitting Image. He's taught me that funny men are very sexy. He's the first celebrity I ( Read more... )

Sartre was wrong. Hell is when you've got a dissertation to write within the space of a week and instead you're dragged off to a meal. A meal when you've currently got stomach pains that may be due to an allergy, and can't eat for fear of it coming straight back up again. Then being placed between the two people you'd currently least like to be sat ( Read more... )