Jan 13, 2006 23:14
Several things have gone in the last twenty four hours. Firstly my beard sacrificed itself to the lure of the plughole leaving my face looking like a stubbly teenager trying to impress his pre-pubescent friends. There is still too much chocolate in the diet to risk a full wet shave thus prompting the sexually repulsive spotty-razor-rash.
In no particular order in televisionsville Jodie Marsh has gone from the Big Brother house. I still have a little bit of sympathy for her because she was picked on relentlessly by two or three grown men who really should know better. Bullying is not big and not clever... If charity wristbands were still the vogue du jour I'd be wearing my little blue anti-bullying one!
While on the subject of Big Brother and wrists (although not limp ones in particular) I lead my thoughts on to Mr Michael Barrymore. Any sort of respect I may ever have had for the man has long since gone. Arsehole. That's all.
And finally (said a la Trevor McDonald) the final thing to go, and in many ways much more importantly, was my letter of resignation to Morton Newspapers. I am now, to coin a footballing term, a free agent and have made myself available before the end of the January transfer window. As of February 10th I will be back at GCAS Networks designing pretty little websites. Yes!!!