Of Tarts With Hearts, Career Advice And Blackpool...

SPOT THE ROOTS...


IF I SAW THIS CREATURE IN MY HOUSE I'D STRING IT UP TOO!

Wings
Another week, another hairdo and another one of Sherrins booze mixing parties has passed us by. After finally meeting together under one roof for the the first time this year we have all made a date for Stella-fest '06. 09/09/07 will not only signify my 24th anniversary since I forced my mother through 20+ hours of stirrup hell but also our usual visit to the grey and polluted shores of Britains Armpit Coast. Can't wait!!!
I'm also still madly into Big Brother although I am weening myself off the websites and the extra programmes with the ever hypo beanpole of Russel. Still think it's the most amazing year so far. I even felt for Ash (the household Ghetto Princess... apparently) after she had to pick between Jonothan and an Irish rave monkey in a Kappa tracksuit complete with rave sticks and vics inhaler, to take back next door. Of course Ash doesn't want to cause offence to the people of Ireland. Well they've braved worse. She could try putting on knickers or shutting her knees when she comes to the diary room or buying a bigger pot of superdrug peroxide (she missed a bit).
And as for Leah, the tart with a heart, the paranoid plastic. She was upset at Dickie calling her fat but she's probably so off her rocker she's mishearing his voices for the toaster. Of course Dickies remarks about Wales are kinda putting me off mine and Robs lil trip there at the end of the month. After stating that if everyone in Wales was like Glyn and Imogen he would think again before visiting, the good people of Cymru are distraught. Devasted in fact. Yes as I type, news is reaching me that Cerys from Catatonia, Goldie Lookin' Chain and Charlotte Church are ganging together for a charity Eisteddfod to tempt the balding Canuck back. Dick-fest they're going to call it.
Seriously.
Also Glyn's bum-gifts of blackpudding and banana gasses can't be making the place friendly for scratch and sniff television, so I'm cutting down on my daily intake thanks to Emily at work (who has also funked my hair up in exchange for Linguini - NICE!)
In other news, Joey is applying for a job at voda, Skot is back off holiday with another bloody tan, Mark and Stuey have moved into a new place up the road near Hayley and Heidi, Madam and Casper have started to date now that Miss Lovatt's tonsilitis has stopped making him fall onto furniture and Mum still can't figure out the freeview, the TV, the computer or the mobile phone I've given to her this year. Still.
Anyhoo, I've a triple lot of South Park to fill my exhilerating saturday night with. Toodle-pip folks,

Wings xXx