Much as I complain, I'd have to concede that I'm happy with how I look; the hair's a bit mad, at times, but it's interesting and I'm glad to have curly hair. I've got pretty good skin (I've managed to avoid spots, mostly), and I'm just...normal. I'm fine. I'd never feel the need to change it, whether painfully or by some other method ( Read more... )

I do try and control my often ruthless cynicism; I really do. Barack Obama certainly helped.

But I draw the line at watching, and definitely singing along to, Mamma Mia.

The phrase "it's not really my thing" doesn't even begin to cover it.