Eh bien, I had a whole load of things to elljay about last night, but Marjorie was indulging in what can only be described as a fit of pique, and refused to have anything to do with me. Ee, she’s a moody one, that Marjorie. And now, obviously, I cannot remember any of them.
♥ So, bopped off to see Mock the Week being filmed last night with
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katie__pillar,
xanantha,
helenmia,
davidbrider and David’s pal Tim (who may or may not have an LJ), which was jolly good fun. Obviously, with my sieve-like mind, I cannot remember a thing about the recording, except that it was jolly funny. And I love Hugh Dennis vee, vee much. Oh, and I had a Complete And Utter Trauma on the buying a drink front, because they refused to take a card payment for anything under five of our English pounds, so I had to buy a fruit salad and a chocolate muffin, which led to some melon speed-eating. I don’t know your views on melon speed-eating, but to my mind it’s never an edifying sight. Heigh ho. So that was fun. And Katie and I managed to get home at a decent time, what with being able to leap on a 72 bus (which managed, miraculously, to appear straight away), which goes to Barnes station.
♥ General consensus on my hair (I know, a riveting subject for everyone) is ‘a fiery sunrise of Titian splendour’, which is in a way unfortunate, as I put it in for a bit of a chuckle, and cannot actually use it to describe my hair to anyone. Well, I suppose I could. But I’d look a bit weird. But there was a healthy vote out for strawberry blonde (I’m still unsure exactly what strawberry blonde is supposed to look like, except that it was the colour of Nancy Drew’s hair – ooh, ooh, Nancy Drew film! I wonder when it’s out? – but I will go with it), so I will probly use that when, inevitably, I feel myself obliged to talk about my hair to one unfamiliar with its hue. Or I will just go with a fiery sunrise of Titian splendour. Just for a giggle.
♥ I changed my bed at the weekend, and still have yet to actually put the duvet cover on the duvet. I am a slattern. Perhaps I will manage tonight. Although probly not, for we are off (hopefully) to see Harry Potter at yonder Richmond Odeon.
♥ I am reading A New Girl at Melling (or a similar sounding title – it’s a Melling book and there’s a new girl), and it merely confirms in me a great desire to smack Susan Blake. She’s so annoying. Imagine demanding of Mrs Lacey why Laura can’t have a bicycle, when Laura’s already said it’s because they can’t afford it! She’s such a wretch, and her parents are hopeless.
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