I have made a new friend, dear Radgites, and her name is Rosie. Will add a link to the Spanish Exposition on the right hand side of this here. Go and see her, she got style, she got grace...
Elsewise it's the most boobysome of days, as in there are lots thereof floating around dirty Dublin, turning men into horndogs and me into a gawping idiot. I can't help it. I feel I must 'in' myself. Powerful drying too, I've had the jeans on the line for a couple of hours and damn if they aren't already fit for framing the Radgebottom.
There's a buzzing fly about my head at the minute too, distracting me into third personing myself and writing paragraphs independent of each other.
I saw that 'Forgetting Sarah Marshall' this afternoon. It's always been my opinion that the best place to spend a glorious day such as this in the dank of a pub snug or the dark of a cinema. In a cruel twist of irony, the film is set in Hawaii - a place that's no stranger to a heatwave - and it did remind me constantly of what I was missing outside. I didn't really care, though, as it's very enjoyable fare. No 'white shite' this. No no, it's funny stuff, and even Russell Brand manages to steal a scene or two. The annoying fucker from Big Brother in big screen success story shocker. Then again nothing surprises me this weather, which, incidentally, is very nice indeed.