On Monday evening I invented the worlds finest curry. It was a thing of total splendour. A majestic thing fashioned almost entirely from stuff in my cupboards. I scoffed the last portion tonight. The downside to all this is that I have no idea what went into the bloody thing. Imagine inventing the worlds best curry then forgetting how you did it. If only I were more organised, I could have patented the recipe and been rich, rich, rich. Oh bugger!
Worse still it has been brought to my attention by a gentleman friend that Footballers Wives has been axed. I cannot begin to explain how much I love that show. I am bereft. I hate ITV.
Little else to report other than to invite fellow myspacers to be my friend and take the bare look off me.