Katy is still in America. Intelligent girl that she is, she has already been and seen five movies. Lucky kitsch… [Q: What did Katy see in America? A: High Fidelity, Keeping the Faith, Bring It On, Saving Grace and Whipped]
Katy is still in America. Intelligent girl that she is, she has already been and seen five movies. Lucky kitsch… [Q: What did Katy see in America? A: High Fidelity, Keeping the Faith, Bring It On, Saving Grace and Whipped]
On [NEW SEX TOY]
Momblog goes to Confession. My confession? I found her story hysterical. Here’s a couple of quotes:
“Now, as every good catholic knows, confession is something to be avoided at all costs. Never do you willingly go to confession, even if it means that the biggest sin you have to confess when you finally do end up “confessing” is that “it has been 25 years since my last confession.”
I was trapped! I was sitting in the middle of the pew. I would have to trip over Adam, Anna, Mark, and my mother if I tried to escape from my seat. Besides, what kind of an example would I make for the kids if I wimped out? What believable excuse could I give them for my mad dash to the door? Okay. Trapped!”
Big Brother UK:
Two slightly alarming new stories from the BBC: Big Brother climax watched by 10 million and Big Brother set to return.
Christ. I’ve started waking up at around midday. I don’t own an alarm clock because I just don’t normally need one, but the prospect of automatically waking up at 9am at the moment to get to work (on Wednesday) is seeming increasingly remote.
Thank God:
Taking advantage of my absence, timeout.com launches the London Shopping Guide. Also launched is the redesigned homepage and Travel, London, London Tickets, Shop sections. I’ve had a lot of involvement in this stuff – and I’ve really enjoyed working on it.
Sorry, old chap, but aibophphobia isn’t a palindrome…
Thoughts on the finalé of Big Brother UK:
Unfortunately, although the logic seems relatively clear to me at the moment, that could be because I thought that Anna was basically decent, normal, nice, fun and pleasant, while Craig had the wit and charm of a potato.
Where to start? I have so much I want to talk about again – it’s like this holiday has recharged my weblogging glands. Or maybe it’s just that I’m doing something other than work. And I don’t like writing about work.
Yesterday was another relaxing, mildly pointless day. I got up late, mucked around on the net and then went and met Pippa for lunch at Pizza Express off Soho Square. We talked a lot about her recent trip to Egypt, her love life, our various job situations, our friend Rachel in Bristol who we are going to be visiting next weekend, and a variety of other subjects.
We then went and saw O Brother, Where Art Thou? in Leicester Square, which we thoroughly enjoyed. And on the way back to the tube, we went into Virgin so I could pick up a copy of the soundtrack, which is a satisfyingly extreme change of pace for me.
An evening of Big Brother UK TV programs followed, and the day was capped off with a late-night conversation with Kate and Mella about professional matters, and men in America who taste funny.
A quick nod of “yay” to the other Tom at Blue Lines, who has managed that incredibly difficult transition: making a fresh and classy new design while maintaining continuity of look and feel.