sheldrake

I has got my Firefox back! :) Now to fix the rest. But not tonight.

Just time to note the following:

I think Kirsty Young is secretly a Timelord.
I like Sue Perkins in a turban. But Giles Coren has no actual brain.
They gave me a Biggins story at work! I have to write a headline about Biggins! :) Sadly, nothing pornographic would fit the space. :(
The Biggins story is about him visiting the Pauline Quirke Academy of Performing Arts. No, seriously. I am not even making that up.
I award myself a prize for 'lamest headline of the week'.
I'm listening to Vivaldi's Gloria, having acquired it a while back for choir nostalgia reasons. I can't believe I was actually allowed to sing this stuff. In Notre Dame. And what was going through my mind at the time? How can I subtly let F know that I don't even care that she doesn't want to hang around with me any more? Just because she's discovered S now, whose brother auditioned for Cats. Like that makes her so much better. What she doesn't know is that S slags her off behind her back all the time anyway and complains to everyone that F followed her all round Paris and she couldn't get rid of her. Why must they play Vanilla Ice and Jive Bunny at the disco? I have no friends.