I'd just like to make the following announcement:
I don't give a rat's arse what Kerry McFadden thinks of Brian and Delta.
And for the record, I couldn't care less about Brian's insights onto his new-found happiness and the breakdown of his marriage.
Whilst we are on the subject, I'm not much interested in Brad and Jen either, nor do I care to hear them lie about how keen they are to remain as friends.
I'm not much enamoured with Paris Hilton either.
Or any of the rest of them.
Why do these people insist on trying to perpetuate their desperate celebrity by whoring out their personal tragedies for the entertainment of the dirty, white tracksuited masses?
Forgot to mention the CDs I bought this week:
Athlete - Tourist
Feeder - Pushing the Senses
I've talked about them somewhere else... so I won't repeat myself here.
I've also just watched Trainspotting for the first time in ages - and it's ace. It made me think of what a brilliant book it is.... I don't think I've ever read anything like it. You'd think it was unfilmable, but I reckon that they just about pulled it off. It has such a fantastic ensemble cast: Ewan McGregor, Ewan Bremner, Jonny Lee Miller.... Robert Carlyle in particular is terrifying as Begbie. Not at all what I imagined from the book, but no less frightening for that.
Nice bottle of wine, nice big slow cooked chili-con-carne and a decent film on the telly. My enjoyment would have been complete, if it hadn't been for the incessant adverts for magazines offering to tell me all the lurid details of someone else's marriage breakdown.... but that's where I came in.....
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4 days ago
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