If you'd have told me this morning that, by this afternoon, I'd have met, talked to and hugged Eddie Izzard, I wouldn't have believed you at all ( Read more... )

I may have already blabbed about this on Twitter and Facebook, but screw it; I GOT A KAMP USA JOB IN AMERICA! Eeeeeeeeeeee ( Read more... )

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Ladies and gentlemen, I bring you further installments of extracts from letters from my father. This is my first ironic missive from him this term; I've missed them!

On school trips:

Leanna and I calculated that this must have been our eighth trip to France with our students. Back at base we get accused of going on "jollies". We don't care. If ( Read more... )

...because I'm bored, and I love ego-stroking!

THE (_____) TO MY (_____) MEME

I'm the what to your what, lovely, tiny flist? Indulge me!

Right, I'm off out for a date. Going home tomrrow. Eeeep!

OH GOD CAN'T SLEEP AGAIN.

I find it almost inconceivable that I used to up and about this early five times a week, last year. No, six, when I was working at the weekends ( Read more... )

It's been a bit of wangsty, emotional, long and rainy day (although I've cheered up a fair amount since this morning), which caused me to be annoyingly whiny for the first five minutes of a phone conversation with lillyankhThe following exchange ensued, which I think sums up our friendship, in an utterly bizarre kind of way ( Read more... )

I should really stop copy-pasting things I've been sent by friends or family, but this was too brilliant to resist; a Facebook message from Pete, a friend from my old Politics class:

Liking the hat, and the dingy underground dive. I hope you're plotting revolution and that there are red roses somewhere. Don't argue. It's just how it should be.Isn' ( Read more... )

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... )

Things that will always remind me of my parents, regardless of when or where or how:

- The music from Riverdance.
- Anything by Al Stewart, Meatloaf or Pink Floyd.
- Cooked breakfast.
- Wet washing.
- Blouses.
- Creaking floorboards and doors.
- Proust? E.M Forster?! (It's impossible to convey how my Dad says those words.)- Blackadder and Fawlty ( Read more... )