I bet you'd forgotten just how good the Going for Gold theme tune was.

( I hate London. Here's one reason why. )

I currently have Nothing to Do. Got to work at midnight to find the room empty, a note about what exactly wasn't working, and a lollipop ( Read more... )

I went for a wander around TV Centre after work this afternoon to see if I could stalk bump into Alison Goldfrapp, who's appearing on Top of the Pops tonight, so that I could kidnap her and make her do obscene things with a theremin for me, but couldn't work out where studio 3's viewing gallery was, much less dressing room 72. Plus I always feel a ( Read more... )

Helpfully, we got a Royal Mail 'Sorry, you were out' card last week, with absolutely nothing written on it. I've got no idea whether the postman forgot to write anything on it, or if we got it by mistake ( Read more... )

( 0655: the first train of the day )

Flathunting ettiquette: if you've arranged a viewing at a place, and then realise you can't make it, you really should give a couple of hours' notice ( Read more... )

There is an unopened packet of chocolate digestive biscuits sitting on the desk in front of me. It's not mine. I'm quite hungry, but I don't have my pass with me, so it's going to be tricky to get back from the canteen.

I'm doing my best to pretend the biscuits aren't there.

I suppose it's only fair if I'm going to be asking questions of people...

Ask me a question about each of the following:

1. Friends
2. Sex
3. Music
4. Drugs
5. Love

Part of the reason that I occasionally get around to writing big long posts on this here eljay is that I reckon I ought to be better at my descriptive writing.

This took me to Brooklyn and made me want a donut. Jelly filled.

And made me want to be a better writer.