tomorrow, on a train, and I can't wait. I'm going to Edinburgh and then to Gamba-land, also known as Glasgow. I'm going for my BIRTHDAY. Did I mention it's my birthday on Friday? Well, it is.
I have a question for you all: any tips on things to do and see in Edinburgh? My plan so far only includes one item: potter around. I am very good at pottering. More constructive ideas will, however, be gratefully received.
This entry is short and to the point. I am going to do some work now, really I am.
How do you feel about your birthday? Do you look forward to it and remind all your friends, or do you dread it and try to keep it a secret?
Thanks for remembering, Vox! Why, it's merely a fortnight (that's British for "two weeks") until I turn 28. I like shiny things, kittens and wine.
Also, Vox? The revamp? It makes you look like shit.
I realise it's nearly 1am but I am half-crazy with illness and my sleeping patterns are out of kilter. If I kept a diet blog, today's entry would read:
tea
17 mini breadsticks
naan bread
orange juice
approx. 3000 pints of water.
I wouldn't recommend it as a long-term weight-loss solution but in the short term, the pounds really do fall off. Side-effects include lying on the sofa moaning, forgetting to brush your teeth, and sitting about reading Love It!, Pick Me Up and Take A Break because you cannot concentrate on anything with big words.
The seventh season of "American Idol" premieres tonight. Will you be watching, or are you over it?
No, but you know what I am getting excited about, Vox, you American-centric loser? THE RETURN OF MASTERCHEF GOES LARGE. Hang on - it's just called Masterchef now. It only needs to go by one name, much like Madonna or Shakira. John "Material Girl" Torode and Greg "Hips Don't Lie" Wallace are BACK and BIGGER THAN EVER.
Key phrases to learn this year are:
"This competition JUST GETS TOUGHER";
"If there'd been a Mars Bar to hand would you have thrown that in as well?" (this season's "your dish is too busy");
"It's good hearty British cuisine but it needs refinement";
"That tastes like a Jammy Dodger run over by a steamroller".
I might live-blog Thursday's quarter-final if my laptop hasn't gasped its dying breaths before then. BBC2, 8.30pm, Monday-Thursday. Ch-ch-ch-check it out.
