Showing posts with label Help me. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Help me. Show all posts

Friday, May 15, 2009

Too shite


We're not talking about the Kajagoogoo revival because for me they never went away. Not really. I didn't mind Too Shy and actually really do quite like follow-up single Ooh To Be Ah, both on my ipod, naturally. A friend of my who reads this blog once burnt Limahl with a hairdryer.

Anyway, I won't be among the hoards snapping up tickets though, if such a thing actually materialises. Did you see their reunion pic in the paper yesterday? Isn't Nick Beggs still a knob? Talk about embarrassing dad. He did his own tattoo with marker pen. What is he, 14? He'll be writing poetry next or doing something silly with his hair. Oh...

Neither are we going to talk about Jordan and Peter splitting, as it's everywhere and my feelings are that if this split is genuine - and let's face, with those two anything's possible where money is concerned - he got tired of being trapped in a loveless marriage that was used solely to generate cash and keep Jordan in the public eye, so he fucked off. And good for him. It seems everyone's on his side.

No, let's talk about the white lumps on my hands. They're tiny. My skin is dry. What are they??

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