Big Girl's Blouse

Busy busy busy... Hubs has now got some work experience with itvlocal, so he's going to do some filming and I'm doing my usual Assistant To The Director job. Then up to Rochester for Jools & Sylv's flatwarming, should be fun, then New Boss has asked me to go to his business partner's exhibition in Smokey to see the venue/what goes on, etc etc. Aaargh! No time for writing. At all. I've hardly got any done lately, and that doesn't look set to change for a while.

Also, I think I've started putting weight on again. And I don't know how! Still gymming, still really cutting down booze... have been out to dinner a lot lately, which might be it. And Chrimbo is coming... so lots more of that on the cards.

Fatty fatty fat fat.

And we're having curry tonight.

Must... go... to... step...tomorrow....

TV night

Rome: Ahahahahahahaaaa! That was fucking stupid! Was determinned to watch it because it had got the Daily Mail all upset, but it really was Fucking Stupid. Didn't mind the sex & violence (let's face it, those Romans were fond of their depravity and their war) or the Cockney colloquaisms (what? You want it all in Latin or something?) but the plot, oh the plot. And the characters, sheesh. I might as well have been watching Footballers' Wives. And since when did all Roman women get Brazillians? Do we *know* that pubic grooming was big back in the 1st Century BC? Also: How comes pretty much every hot woman got all her bits out at every possible opportunity, the only willies the girls got to see belonged to munters, eh? Not even a decent male bottom. Sexism.

Lost: *makes 'plot twist in Lost' noise* Ooooh! Right, I reckon Walt is responsible for crashing the plane AND making Locke's legs work again. And Boone has to die. He's just too annoying, incesteous little fuck.