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December 8th,
2008 2:57 am
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Bollocks.
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November 14th,
2008 12:37 am
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( Filtered to Ben )
This is late, but I am very pleased that the American people made a good choice. I had been doubting their judgement after the last eight years. But enough about politics. It seems its all I talk about. Yes...imagine that. A political writer talking about politics. Jon giggled. He actually giggled. I swear, that man is like a twelve year old girl some times. He suggested I get a show, so that I can hang out with him and the other pundits. I had to point out to him that as he is not listed on wikipedia's list of American pundits, he really isn't one. He seemed very saddened by the notion. I also have to remind him that even though he drags me on his show a lot, I still live in Britain and have no desire for an American television program.
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October 28th,
2008 12:40 pm
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Only one more week until this bloody election is over. As entertaining as it is to see Jon quite literally headdesking at the proceedings, it's getting somewhat out of hand. I'm really surprised at the amount of intolerance and violence and sheer stupidity and bigotry in this campaign. I suppose I shouldn't be, but I guess I just expected better of people. Silly, I know.
I'm really enjoying working again. Even though I was only retired for three years, I was already bored of it.
( Private to Franklin )
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September 30th,
2008 7:11 pm
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Apparently, I have a duty to vote Conservative? Why didn't anyone tell me this before? Apparently, I am a terrible homosexual for voting Labour. I can't imagine how much of a shame my husband is. After all, he is a member of the Labour Party. God, some people really shouldn't be allowed to speak when it might be recorded for other people to read or listen. That is just complete and utter bollocks.
You know what? I'm blaming Thatcher for this. I don't know why, but it's probably her fault.
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September 15th,
2008 5:39 pm
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I'm taking a page out of Franklin's book, and quitting retirement. It really doesn't suit me, and three and a half years is quite long enough. So, Union Jack is back, to some degree at least. I really should see if that bloody suit still fits.
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August 24th,
2008 10:43 pm
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Right. The Olympics are over, so good job Britain. You won medals this year, so that's nice progress. Congratulations to Ms. Parker for making history, and apparently shagging Michael Phelps, and to Mr. Parry...for being mistaken for Michael Phelps. To clarify, that was an unrelated incident...I think. But in all seriousness, we beat Australia, the creators of Neighbours, Mel Gibson and Vegemite. So, really, they deserved it.
Ben and I have finally gotten a Civil Partnership, making official what we've been told for twenty-five years now. We are an old married couple. Yes, Jules, that does mean you can no longer aspire to shag my husband. I'm so sorry, but you'll find someone. And I really am sorry we didn't tell you sooner...but to be fair, we didn't tell my sister either, and Ben called his mum five minutes before then hastily hung up on her.
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July 18th,
2008 6:46 pm
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Thank God that's over.
The blasted book is finally finished. Maybe now I can remember what it's like to sleep.
At least now Jules will stop calling at all hours...though I will miss her dulcet tones.
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July 9th,
2008 8:58 pm
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Jules is a terrible, terrible woman. I'm considering simply locking myself in my office until I am done with these edits, if only to get her to leave me alone. The phone will, of course, be locked outside the office. She really does need to learn that, should she call in the morning and be told that it will be a few more days, calling in the evening will not change that fact.
Samantha, you are far more trouble than you're worth. I'm sure you'll be happy to know that your sordid life is driving me mental.
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June 15th,
2008 10:08 pm
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I never know what the bloody hell to say on this thing. It seems just a bit ridiculous...putting your thoughts out on the internet for everyone to scrutinise. But I suppose I'm hardly one to talk, as I am doing the very same thing. Oh well, practicality has never stopped me before, so I will maintain that I find it ridiculous.
I fear I have made my editor quite cross. She has sent me some very strongly worded emails about the fact that the new book is taking longer than she had expected. Yes, in Britain, we do not yell at people. We write strongly worded letters or emails. That way we can rewrite them, or edit them as the case may be, when we find ourselves being too harsh...or when we say anything that reveals we are at all affected by something. It truly is fascinating. But, to the point, she needs to understand that this book is just too fascinating to let go of. I'm not talking about my writing, of course, just that I keep finding new material to add.
It's just...oh, I can't keep going on about that. Nobody will buy it if I tell everything before it's released.
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