Still updating...

I'm doing well!

Although there is no reason for this update at all. I should be getting to sleep, but I'm not, I'm looking at the lovely Peter, being very lovely and making me quite stupid about his hair and general sexiness. Please see exhibit A =


Actually, I shouldn't do that, as I could go through the whole alphabet. So just one more. Or maybe two...

Hellooooo, Mr Tennant....

That is all.

Red Noses and white suits...

So I went to Red Nose night at BBC TV centre - after a pretty nasty journey, where my poor foot decided 'That is enough walking up and down stairs now, thank you very much!' and then having to stand in a queue for over three hours, I got into see the lovely one himself being lovely and wearing a very pretty and becoming suit. Under the studio lights, it looked dazzling white, but it seems it actually was white with red pinstripes. Whatever, it was a very fetching sight and I was highly taken with him, which is unusual for me. And as for his thighs and rear bumper... Well, most know my feelings about them, but let me just say again - Best in the business. How a man as slim has he is has such bounty, I don't know, but he has.

Of course, he was a natural presenter as I think we all knew he would be. He was especially good with the children they had on stage, saying thank you to each one individually and shaking hands with them in a delightfully formal manner. He was obviously having a good time, dancing if there was some good music on with some of the films and watching others when not being talked to by floor managers. As I said, he was a natural and I think he's got a future in show business ;-)


The very lovely one in the pristine white suit. Wouldn't you just love to get it a bit grubby? I know I would...

Feeling blah...

Have managed to do nothing this weekend, foot still playing up, flat a dump and Beckett being moany. I've had some nice news that I have a ticket for Red Nose at the Beeb, but am worried about getting there and the like with my foot/leg at the mo. Also that I'll get there and the queue will be bad and not worth going. I'm such a worrywort!

Sad...

That I would think about this so much, really it is. But I saw the lyrics of Nature Boy today, linked to Ten. And I thought 'Oh, yes. That's so fitting.' But it is, it really is. Soooo.. Here are the lyrics. Just in case anyone should pop in and want to read.

There was a boy, a very strange enchanted boy.
They say he wandered very far, very far
over land and sea.
A little shy and sad of eye,
but very wise was he.
And then one day, one magic day,
he passed my way
and while he spoke of many things,
fools and kings, this he said to me,
"The greatest thing you'll ever learn
is just to love and be lovedin return."

What? Again?!

I seem to be actually keeping this up. Not that anyone but me is reading, but that's ok. No problem there. Because, let's face it, I've not really got a lot to say. Get up, go to work, stress myself out, come home, have some dinner and go to bed. Oh, it's a whirlwind of activity, I know. How do I cope? I have no idea. Honestly.

There is nothing on the telly, I'm tired but it's too early to sleep, and it's blowing a gale outside - beating against the windows and I'm sure I can feel the flat swaying. (I know, but I do live 8 floors up in a high rise, so if I say I can feel it moving in the wind, I can.) I've got a real moaning head on me tonight.

On a better note, my RSC complete works of Shakespeare arrived today, along with my Stephen Fry America book, which is full of great pictures. The complete works is lovely as well, with some nice pictures (who is that young man playing Romeo? He seems nice.) and interesting asides. Not only complete works but a complete bargain and so glad I got it. Even if the people at work did think I was mad.

Sunday...

Bloody Sunday.

I have so much to do, washing, tidying, cleaning, but the foot/leg situation means it's not really comfortable, so I've ended up lying in bed and wasting time. I so do not want to cook today, so a pizza is looking good, but I can't really afford it. However, if it's still sounding good by dinnertime, it may happen.

Nothing to do with pizza or bad feet, but please look at the lovely Mr Tennant portraying Arthur Eddington. He does wear a suit well, doesn't he?