Thursday, 17 February 2011

Got given a pile of those celebrity magazines the other night. What a load of complete tosh. I honestly cannot begin to imagine why anyone reads these things. All they seem to feature is a bunch of useless moronic nonentities who seem to think we are interested in what they are doing. Jordan's pain. Kerry's strife. Surely these people must realise that their problems are their own doing? Nobody asked them to marry the eejits they chose.  They are now languishing in the blue bin. H's Sky at Night mags are better reading and that's saying something. At least Patrick Moore doesn't rattle on about having married a plank and how they have taken him to the cleaners. Life is so much simpler being an ordinary nobody and not a famous one.

Did a bad thing tonight. Went to Slimming World. When there you are meant to put something healthy in the basket for the person who wins 'Slimmer of the Week'. So I did. ..a packet of Mars Planets.....ah well, it beats a sachet of Slim a Soup and decomposing banana.....I have probably sent someone on the rocky road to over indulgence again......