Of Observational Observances April 13, 2008
Posted by Jen in : Journal , 21 commentsI could blame tiredness. But I should probably blame the wine. I was a genius last night, articulating my Saturday night trashy telly thoughts so brilliantly, I realised I should be writing them down in my writerly notepad.
The wine has worn off now, more or less. And, just in case you were wondering, it really wasn’t my idea to watch Britain’s Got Talent.
So. (And I quote.)
“Amanda Holden is made out of discarded carrier bags”
“What is Dec wearing? He looks like an evil dentist” (I seem to remember thinking that ‘malevolent’ would be better then ‘evil’ but was too squiffy to spell it.)
“Ant and Dec always stand in formation so we can tell which is which”
“Nessun Dorma – engaging, just like writing…” (Wow, deep or what?)
“Ant and Dec: I’m going to marry it.”
“Why is that that really cool gay guys always end up as fat poofs?”
“Girl with no friends; her dog is James Bond and can walk backwards on two legs. We do canine freestyle, she announces proudly. Sounds pervy to me. Turns out they actually are best friends. Bf crying real tears at this point. Bloody hell. Dog isn’t wearing a Darth Vader outfit though. You can’t have everything.”
I even wrote down the adorable little thing lovely bf said to me:
“You promised you’d go to sleep but you’re still saying stuff.” Feel free to imagine him shaking his head and talking in quite a resigned sort of way…
