Right then, this week so far.
I’ve bored everyone stupid with Eurovision trivia, committed an indiscretion against the man I love, banged on (inaccurately) about the bloody snooker, talked about pissing, w@nking, bumming and earwax-sniffing, done nothing on Twitter except namedrop, ripped the piss out of one of my favourite bloggers… and it’s still only Wednesday.
Hmm, wonder what I can do next?
You must be on the edge of your seats.
troubled diva 