Ricky (of Kaiser Chiefs) got hit by a car the other day. Gasp, shock. Today he rocked up at the Ivor Novello Awards.
On crutches.
Awww, the poor mite.
I watched Lost. And now I am even more confused than I have been for most of the season. SDKFJL;adsk;ldsak.
And real time update: I think I need crutches now too. I just ran up the hall, tripped on a rug and slid five metres smacking my knee straight into the door.
I am off to wallow in the throbbing pain. (THOUGH IT SEEMS TO HAVE REMOVED MY SNIFFLES. AVERSION, SCORE)