Part One - the National Television Awards
This was my big treat after the house was sold. A trip to the Big Smoke to meet some of my fellow rrrumpettes from Luigi’s, the place I while away many an evening squeeing over the brilliance of the TV show Ashes to Ashes and the charms of [...]
There is an opportunity to change the world for the better. A chance to lift one person to their rightful place, head and shoulders above his contemporaries, getting the recognition he deserves for the work he’s done and to spur him on to continue.
So when you vote, vote right.
Vote for Philip Glenister for Best Drama [...]
This bit of brain fluff was created a few weeks ago during our downtime… er… enjoy…
(INT - DAY - SAM approaches Slimming World scales)
SAM - My name is Sam Randall. I’ve just eaten a pizza and that slice of pepperoni has taken me back to over 18 stone. I may be four stone away from [...]
*Looks around*
Cor. What pigpogm lacks in real world decorating skills he more than makes up for around these parts. I am loving this new layout, and it’s really nice to be back with Wordpress. In making the decision as to where to take the site next, Michael contemplated many different options, but [...]
It’s been a long time since I had a bloomin’ good old fashioned squee in my blog. Mainly because as soon as I began acting like a recycled teenager I shifted my rock star squee to its own special spot. That was fine until a huge great bolt of squee hit me when I didn’t expect it. Why didn’t I expect it? Well, he’s not a rock star, he doesn’t have huge great floofy hair, and when I first clapped eyes on him, I thought he was an offensive chauvinist pig.
Then I saw him reverse his Cortina down an alley with a bacon butty dangling out of his mouth. I was hit by the second raise of his eyebrows.
Yes, count me among the ranks of women around the world asking…
Gene Hunt… why does he drive me crazy?
Continue reading about Squeewatch (warning - contains squee)
It’ll be the first time for a while our telly has been switched on for anything other than exercise DVDs and Stig Watching. I would celebrate appropriately, but I had ‘oops for me dinner last night.