Dublin - Chalets, Art Brut (songs about little brothers discovering rock and roll and problems with erectile dysfunction), Anja acting like a groupie, fry ups, buses, jacuzzis, etc
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Eurovision = lots of bad drumming on cannesters of radioactive waste, women with fake boobs (and possibly penises), ricky martin lookalike (if ricky martin had aids) - basically it was very good and we got official scorecards from ron on which we could award marks for outfits and dances. Norway were robbed
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When I finished work yesterday things got really lovely. I got my bus into town and met Anja and we went to Katys to drink pineapple, cranberry and vodkas and get half deafened by electronic stuff. Then we went to Topshop and I bought bizarre pants and we tried on random dresses. I was desperately disappointed that putting on a Girls Aloud dress
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