I think all you need to know on the personal front is that:
a) The job centre is useless.
b) I need a father who is a father and doesn't say the meanest possible thing ever.
c) This week = pants. Except for Wednesday which wasn't - merci beaucoup, Craig.

Okay, let's get on with the good bit. I promised
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*FANGIRL FLAIL*I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It's going to be in my system for some time. I think that was partly brought on by the dream I had about Robert this morning. So glad - the celeb dreams seem to bugger off whenever I'm in London. Or maybe it's just because my waking life was more interesting for once (seriously, the number of times I thought I ( Read more... )

Re: that rather superb Stephen Fry documentary last night. I never knew Tony Slattery had suffered from bipolar too. Interesting how there seems to be some sort of correlation between it and creative comedy sorts - Spike Milligan probably being the best example. Stephen brought up the interesting question of if you could live without it, but be a ( Read more... )

*~*~ TUMBLEWEED ~*~*   The internet's too quiet. I miss MSN. Wah.

Anyway, allow me to introduce you to another addition to my onslaught of ficd lately. I could have done with this creativity last year, I tell you. Might have kept hold of me marbles. Anyway, this is an idea I've been toying around with for a bit - since April, in fact, when I think  ( Read more... )

 *sigh* Ever conclude that someone, someone who you've been made to take the advice of for so long, actually FAILS at life? They're no role model whatsoever and should STFU because they really are rubbish themselves and don't even understand what they're saying? Yeah. Grr.
Anyway, Bobbehfic. This quickie's got speshul musical guest stars. Who I CAN ( Read more... )

Apparently, School Secretary = Third least paid job in UK. NO WAI. SRSLY. etc.

After today's unexpected Flist-Only .....er....spillage, I am indeed feeling much free-er and ready to return to the scheduled daftness.

I had the most fantastic cinematic dream this morning. It didn't make half as much sense once I woke up, but seemed to involve my ( Read more... )

1. OMG. DROPPING THINGS IN THE TOILET. NO. EW. ARGH.

2. Last night, I went to the USA and saw Paris Hilton running a Tarot shop. And then I went to some awards ceremony (another one!) where Bobbeh2 introduced himself with the immortal words:
"Let me just adjust my trousers. Ah, Hello Magazine, hello!"
And that is why love celebrity dreams.

3. MSN ( Read more... )

Firstly:
Happy belated birthday to dracothelizard!
My longest and well esteemed LJ Friend!

And then, it's a happy birthday to Bobbeh1! The real Bob Hardy is 26. The age of ours is a well kept secret. mysticheaven has pipped me to the picspam post and such is its brilliance I won't compete. But I will post my favourite Bobbeh1 moment:
( 'STOP IT!' )

Ready for Part 3 of this insane tripe with the extra added ingredient of the Kris!Barrier? But wait....this isn't the usual Diner fic! This isn't lunchtime! TEH TWISTE! On her travels, 
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And so, would you Adam and Eve it, I have written a fic. AND ACTUALLY FINISHED IT. We have not seen the likes of this for a good few years. Unfortunately, what do I go and do? I go and write obscure kerazy stuff.
Alright, so what happens when you take three Bobbehs and put them in a lift (or elevator, you decide)? And add a dash of ( Read more... )