Didn't write anything last night because I was out again! Don't worry, I'm not really getting a life. I went to see Gosford Park. I didn't think it was fantastic. I can see why it's heralded as a good film, what with the 'inner workings of a stately home' and all, but it wasn't exactly exciting. Or surprising. And what was with Mr Fry's weird comedic inspector?!
The greatest thing I learnt today was that I wasn't imagining the weird words to Shakira's song Whenever Wherever. She really does say her breasts are small and humble, so you don't confuse them with mountains! That song is so odd. I hate that I like it. It's not like I like it really, there's just... something about it. Hmmmmmm.
You know who I met yesterday? The boyfriend of the daughter of Pat O'Keeffe. Apparently Pat O'Keeffe himself came in the other day, too. His whole family will have been in to see it soon. Shame that no-one's actually bought his book. At least I haven't sold any. :-(
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