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curiously unlikely
Tuesday, 20 November 2007 08:43 amThings I never thought to find myself doing: watching America's Next Top Model. While knitting. The knitting is probably vaguely explicable, but the TV isn't. Honestly, it's like a car crash. I can't look away.
I shall attempt to retain my intellectual pretensions by indulging in some random grammatical rantings. Below is a photograph taken by friend at institution of higher learning which shall remain tactfully nameless (not my Cherished one). The hose cupboard in question is located directly outside the Literacy Department.
In other news, jo&stv will be pleased to note I have started watching Life On Mars. It's bloody good, but has caused me to spend an hour and a half this evening trying to play David Bowie on the piano. David Bowie is a nasty, tricksy little man with his piano chords, but very satisfying to play once I have them approximately pinned down. Memo to self, try and find sheet music to "Life on Mars", I suspect I'm slaughtering it.
Last Night I Dreamed: I was working for Brangelina, which meant an afternoon of frantic phoning trying to get hold of Angelina Jolie, because she was unexpectedly needed to play the fairly minor part of Emilia in a Shakespeare production (must have been Othello) because the other actress was ill. I kept writing her cell number down on a piece of paper and then losing the piece of paper. Nice house, though.
I shall attempt to retain my intellectual pretensions by indulging in some random grammatical rantings. Below is a photograph taken by friend at institution of higher learning which shall remain tactfully nameless (not my Cherished one). The hose cupboard in question is located directly outside the Literacy Department.
In other news, jo&stv will be pleased to note I have started watching Life On Mars. It's bloody good, but has caused me to spend an hour and a half this evening trying to play David Bowie on the piano. David Bowie is a nasty, tricksy little man with his piano chords, but very satisfying to play once I have them approximately pinned down. Memo to self, try and find sheet music to "Life on Mars", I suspect I'm slaughtering it.
Last Night I Dreamed: I was working for Brangelina, which meant an afternoon of frantic phoning trying to get hold of Angelina Jolie, because she was unexpectedly needed to play the fairly minor part of Emilia in a Shakespeare production (must have been Othello) because the other actress was ill. I kept writing her cell number down on a piece of paper and then losing the piece of paper. Nice house, though.
