I've just been to cinema, and saw Takers, which is Not terribly Good, but did educate me in the ways of Idris Elba. (I missed the Wire, as 'we' watched it in early diffment and was usually asleep before the first crack deal) Please can we have him on the hill, I'm sure we can work out some kind of bohemian prince narrative to explain his presence? Perhaps Shelly bought him back from Italy,to where he had sailed across the Med in his schooner? Am i clutching at straws? I'd clutch at his straws anytime, (fnah fnah)
In other news, I am also fat, and not particularly beautiful either, stick that in your self pitying in tray and file it under jolly!
(obviously apart form my on line persona who is fi-ine) Am trying SW at the mo, though seriously off track this week Am inspired by the lively musictomyears: before molette got much fitter and did two 10km runs, and though was still not a skinny minnie, was so much happier having energy, and that's where I want to get back to. And if I'm going to marry Idris after my painful but neccessary divorce, I will need to be in good shape, apparently there are some fit birds in LA.
milano tell us more about your wombular rumblings, sounding very suspicious
and salineoxygen, not to stir or anything, but I had negative tests for a week after I was due on with molette. Not that you would test or anything, just saying.