In true Friday night form of old I got absolutely smashed yesterday. It started with a cheeky swig on the golf course and then a fair few beers with a mate who's birthday it was. Long story short I am hanging out of my hoop this fine Saturday and getting through the pain using Guinness and old episodes of Screenwipe.
Screenwipe is just ace and brill and fab and how the hell have I managed to miss this portion of TV gold that led my flatmate to comment "That's you that is" without even attempting to impersonate History today?
Seriously though, I want to be Charlie Brooker when I grow up but hopefully better looking.
Enjoy one of my favourite Charlie Moments and go and get more while I try to recouperate. Proper blogging may or may not return this weekend.
I Have To Wonder: Did She Use Fountain Pens?
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Just out of interest...how did you get to the golf course?
I drove. I used Masher's bicycle foot pump to pump up the tyre, drove the half mile down the road to Hi-Q, parted with 40 quid of my hard earned for a new tyre and was then fully mobile again.
Just what i needed after a week of Michael Jackson - some more about Jade Goody. Can i say "Jesus Wept" at this point?
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