Yes, I knew I could rely on Bowles (Lovely lecturer, I wish he was my dad) to strike, meaning I only have one lecture at 9am tomorrow, meaning I’m going to go out and get really drunk tonight and have the day off tomorrow as Analysis can fuck right off.
Get Gary Busey in there….now that’s something I would watch.
I think they should hang about on the london underground for about a month, and collect up all the more ‘interesting’ people that live there, and give half the spaces to them. I want to see how long it would take before they murder the busker performing constantly who can only play three chords, and add in the crazy catholic man shouting at them all for not renouncing the devil, now that’s what I call tv.
I hope I’m a Celebrity gets to the point where the ‘celebrities’ are so forgettable the production crew forget they’re there halfway through filming, pack up, leave them, and then they are only rediscovered the following year by the new batch, having turned feral and shivering in the corner.
Wow, there must have been something wrong with that wine last night, I never throw up the morning after, get nowhere close, yet today… And Catti has spent 90% of the last 3 hours hunched over the toilet, she is in a bad way.
I do believe I have quelled my stomach though with a glorious amount of grease. And now I fancy sitting and watching a load of Doctor Who.