“Is that Paul Rudd?” *OMG face* Actual. tears.
“Is that Paul Rudd?” *OMG face* Actual. tears.
Nobody has mentioned that he’s 6ft 6” and has hands the size of tennis rackets. *unf*
You should see Rory McCann in The Book Group. *swoon*
No.4 is actually better than most sex.
No.14.. I found one of my old school exercise books recently. Every page had the date and title at the top, neatly double under-lined. And nothing else. EVERY PAGE.
My mum once shared a lift with one of the Millibands (“Which one, Mum?” “The ugly one.” “Ah.”) I’ve had so many rubbish celebrity encounters, I could write a book. Like the time the singer from Papa Roach asked me for a cigarette and I didn’t have any left and he was kind of a dick about it. Or the time Brian Molko from Placebo caught me staring at him while he had his hand down the back of some girls pants (it would’ve been more awkward if I hadn’t been so drunk.) Or the time the keyboard player from At The Drive In hit me with his fucking keyboard and wasn’t sorry about it at all. (Dick.) Or the time I followed Thurston Moore through a crowd (cuz he’s massively tall and famous and crowds part for him like the red sea) and acted like I was with him when actually I was just using him as a kind of human battering ram to get to the toilets.
She also now looks kinda like Natalie Dormer. Good job on the growing up, Lex! As for the paintings.. it’s amazing what you can get done when not being chased by dinosaurs.
Huh. Central Saint Martins. I have a “St. Martins Must Burn” t-shirt. Does that count? (I wonder if I’d get in if I wore it to interview..?) My brother went to a UofA London college (the LCF), though.. just down the road and round the corner from St Martins.. maybe I’m channeling him today. (Was SOAS not an option?)
Whatever floats yr boat.
Charity covers all manner of sins.
Throw a couple of old mattresses on top, problem solved.
Lea Salonga. Yep. I’m happy with that. She does the best version of ‘On My Own’ EVER. (I have Bernadette Peters’ hair, though. Yeah. Beat THAT, Broadway. Lea Salonga’s voice and Bernadette Peters’ hair. *high E above middle C* *mic drop* “black out*)
Uh huh. And is this video from the same bunch of mens rights guys who recently posted that video of a pretend girlfriend hitting her pretend boyfriend in public? (You know the one with the fake/misleading “40% of all domestic abuse is perpetrated against males” statistic and the footage of members of the public laughing/ignoring the violence?) There seems to some effort being put in just lately (online at least) to try and expose the “truth” that women are “just as bad” as men when it comes to violence and rape and other horrific crimes. I assume most of it is a petulant dudebro reaction to the YesAllWomen hashtag phenomenon?
What are we calling this? Racial dysphoria? Racial identity disorder? Any psychiatrists in the crowd?
He found out it was pre-cancerous, so he had it removed.
Danish. Come on. I could listen to Mads Mikkelsen all day. PS - Bless you for choosing a picture of Roberto Bolle to represent Italian hotness. Mmmmm. PPS - By “English accent” you mean upper-class south-eastern England.. RADA RP.. not, y’know, shouty Cockney, Yorkshire farmer or Beatles-y Liverpudlian..
Oh please. Most of these women are still wearing at least some make-up. “Natural make-up” (concealer, eyebrow pencil, powder, blush, mascara, lip gloss) still counts as “wearing make-up” I’m afraid.. even if your usual make-up routine is more extensive than RuPaul’s.
You got: Purple. (I do like that Gogol Bordello song…)
Injections aren’t surgery. Having a new hand transplanted from a generous corpse involves surgery. Having a couple of gangrenous fingers amputated involves surgery. Any 19-year-old at a beauty salon can jab your hands with some botox.. doesn’t make them qualified plastic surgeons.. and doesn’t mean you’ve had “plastic surgery” on your hands.
“You got: GREEN PARTY. You want a proper left-wing party that isn’t afraid to say what it really believes in. You believe in social justice and equality, and realise there’s more to life than pandering to the needs of big business. Politics should be about doing what’s best for the world as a whole, not just looking for short-term wins.” Yep. Looking forward to voting Green in both the local and Euro elections on Thursday. Go Greens.
I want to see a video of the winner downing the cocktail in one and eating the donut by stuffing the whole thing into her mouth like Bill Murray in Groundhog Day. “What?”
Edible diamonds? So a couple of days later you’d be…
Thor. Awkward since he looks like my brother (..and I quite fancy Loki.)
Yellow Starbursts are yum. (Fuck the orange ones, though. I will trade you all my future orange Starbursts/Skittles/Fruit Pastilles/etc for your unwanted yellow ones. Deal?)
Hope they’re allowed to stay.
“Peter Cushing lives in Whitstable/
I have seen him on his bicycle/
I have seen him buying vegetables/
Peter Cushing lives in Whitstable..”
Rye! Where Spike Milligan used to live and the closest train station to Camber Sands Pontins. The traditional home of All Tomorrow’s Parties. Ahh.. *waves of hipster nostalgia*
None of Zadie Smith’s books are based in East London. None of her characters are from East London (or “roam” there.) Her last book was called ‘N.W.’ for gods sake. (After the post code for North WEST London.. where Zadie Smith grew up and where most of her fiction is set/where most of her characters live.)
“Thought about the male genitalia and laughed.” Has anyone in the world NOT done that? (“Dick lit” and “dick flick” are two of my favourite derogatory terms. *cackle*)
Pretty crappy, pointless video. She doesn’t explain the procedure she’s having at all, you don’t see what the doctor is doing, there’s no medical explanation or psychological insight at all. Great that she doesn’t feel bad about her decision, good for her, but I think if she wanted to demystify abortion she should’ve explained what was going on (or had the doctor give an account of what he was doing while the filming/procedure was happening), maybe commented on what she was (physically) feeling while she was in the stirrups (was it uncomfortable? did it hurt? was she aware of exactly what the doctor was doing down there? was there a lot of bleeding afterwards? how long did it take her to recover?) I’d personally be more interested to see a video from the doctors POV…
The top bit is called the “Death Zone” for a pretty good reason. Read Jon Krakauer’s book ‘Into Thin Air’ if you’re considering it.
Hail hail Freedonia!
I’d prefer it if they added chunks of raw liver to the mix.
20/20. Kneel before me, peasants.
168. Wow. (Now ask me what I remember about most of them. Go on, ask.)
18/18. None more Eurotrash.
Never mind her teeth, what the fuck happened to that ginger woman’s (Nicola Roberts) skin? How did it go from orange and freckled to milky white and clear? That’s way more than just the passage of time and some make-up…