Got tricked into clicking on a “before they were famous” photo gallery by the London Evening Standard where I was promised 36 counterposed photos of before and after shots of stars.
I am very pleased to report that I got to number 7 before I actually knew who one of them was either before, or indeed, after.
At which point, dear reader, I left.
Won first prize at the friends of St Mary’s Haddenham fundraiser.
Bottle of champagne? Mais oui s’il vous plaît !
Particularly since the last time I won something at a raffle it was a bottle of champagne that I had myself donated and which someone later nicked off my table!
My Chinese takeaway fortune cookie said “learn from other’s mistakes”.
I took this to mean “don’t take grammar lessons from Chinese cookies!”
Thoughts from the last few days:
You know you’re in a posh pub when someone’s graffiti’d “ennui” on the toilet door.
You know you’re watching a posh TV interview when they use the word “inveigle” at 8.24 in the morning.
According to Judge Judy there is someone out there called “Felisha Cherry.” As long as I know this, I can never be sad.
And last but not least:
Why did no one tell me I’ve been walking round with a tomato soup moustache?