Last night’s blog shouldn’t have been called ‘Insight.’ It should have been called ‘lager-fuelled ramblings from a lonely left-at-home fiancee’ Never mind, onward and upward, no damage done, etc, take a quick aspirin and hope Philippa doesn’t check my blog this week…
Hannah’s gig went well apparently. I didn’t go because I had a headache, and it was at a massive church on the other side of town, and I couldn’t be arsed. Some things in life just shouldn’t be mixed, and ‘Rory’ and ‘Christianity’ are two of them. So are ‘Katie Price’ and ‘oxygen’
Come to think of it, so are ‘Jamie Oliver’ and ‘television’. He was in the papers moaning again about school dinners this week. So just let me guess - ‘coming soon, Jamie Does School Dinners AGAIN’ because we didn’t quite get it right last time, or didn’t make quite enough money. It’s coming soon to a TV screen near you, and a bookshelf, and a bloody pod cast and probably a bloody range of menswear as well just so he can milk this cow dry of cash completely.
Fatface Gimboid Bastard.
RC 15-7-12
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