Really can't be bothered to go into much blogging detail at the moment, so a few things in note form.
1. Fiona Phillips must die. I know I've said it before, but this time I really mean it. She's insufferable. This whole 'world's biggest Chelsea fan' schtick is irritating beyond belief. She's from Southampton for God's sake. I rarely watch GMTV, but knowing Fiona's in Moscow at the moment I tuned in just to get annoyed before Everybody Loves Raymond comes on, which is a nice calm start to the day. (Mrs F-C and I always have tea in bed watching ELR, then get up at Just Shoot Me). Needless to say, she didn't disappoint. There she was in Red Square, weh-heying with the Chelsea fans, her bias just unbelievable where the Utd fans were concerned. Cut to her asking the most inane questions at the press conference yesterday and the woman is a total embarrassment to Britain. Get her off our screens now!
2. I saw Anthony Hopkins yesterday while menu tasting at The Dorchester. I saw right through his scruffy old fisherman disguise. You can't fool me, Tony! And I saw Gok Wan getting out of a taxi.
3. If I see that Moonpig advert once more I will do something I won't regret.
4. I'm on a major diet.
