Monday 7 January 2008

Travis is deflated.

About what we don’t know, but she did update from her mobile so is not doubt on the way back from something very show biz. (lots )More (tedious information) on this when we get it.

So here we go, since midnight today.

Travis is elegantly wasted

Travis is very pleased with herself. For a change

Travis is to Vanilla Ice, what dogs are to Pavlov

Travis is going to regret wearing a backless jumper today and letting someone tattoo her at work.

Jesus the last one, why not just write Travis is thinking you don’t have to be mad to work here but it helps.

Bill is loving being a journo again

Never fails. Why not run down oxford street screaming ' I am cool, I am cool, fuck you bullies I am fucking cool'? I know why, because just like at school you'd get your head kicked in if you did. The same applies to cyberspace now.

Then this, all from the same guy, note the times. Jesus fucking christ.



Mark is - would you believe it - STILL running tech for Hamlet. My
stomach is going to attempt an Alien-style face-hugger moment with the
director shortly.
11:40pm

Mark is STILL running tech for Hamlet although becoming increasingly
preoccupied by his stomach.
11:13pm

Mark is running tech for Hamlet.
10:12pm

By yesterday however he was getting complacent

Mark is back at the you-know-where doing you-know-what.
5:56pm

Of course I do Mark, I follow your life foresenicly.

2008 - New Year and LOTS to update

Natasha feels like she's never been away.


So do we Tash, so do we…

Mandy has had a crap week topped off by the surveyor's report...what a lovely start to 2008. Time to hibernate for a year perhaps?

No don’t! I’m not sure I could go 12 months without hearing the inanities of your daily existence.


Karen is loving the Cadbury’s advert.

Of course she is, it's a wonderful joyful thing, even I can admit that, but my joy when viewing will, from now on, forever be tempered by the memory of Karen’s pointless narcissistic stating of the bleeding obvious. Coming soon 'Karen is loving that big orange burning ball in the sky that gives us light'. Probably