And I rather wish I wasn't. Daniiiiiiiiiii Minogue (brave Kylie!) is doing a too-fast version of "The Greatest Dancer" by Sister Sledge (Do Not Fuck With The Sledge), and now they are playing James Cunt over some footage of some children, who are in need. However, thanks to Children In Need, I realised something about my new haircut, which is in fact sort of old and was applied by stealth by Clever Dylan, stand up comedian, ex-student of philosophy, designer of t-shirts, inventer of jokes and cutter of hair ("Dylan! Is that a fringe? Is it SHORT? Damn you!"). I rejected it two years ago in favour of some sort of strange semi-curly bob thing that only ever looked OK for a day and got in my eyes, and caused my fashionable friends to tut for it made me look messy, and ill-defined.
I didn't want to believe that I had found the only haircut that will ever suit me at 32. But I have very, very fine (some would say 'thin') hair, and a face that is not fat when the rest of me mostly is, and I fiddle with it. And there is a haircut that looks splendid, according to my fashionable friends ("Very Strong Look", "Strangely, you look MORE feminine with short hair", "It's very Definite, Pats"), despite being that of a 50s schoolboy.
And it exactly the same as the haircut of Dan Gillespie-Sells, lead singer of popular beat combo The Feeling. Here it is. What do you think? Dan Gillespie-Sells is the first one. I do not wear the same kind of clothes as him and cannot sing, but we both have big square faces like horses and identical hairdos, so we must be related. Heavens!
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I do not like The Feeling, but Mike does, so that's okay.
Not that my like or dislike (LIKE) of them is going to make any difference to whether your head is shaped like the lead simgers head. But I thought I'd share it anyway. :)
Wild horses (even sung by the Osmonds, oh, hang on they were crazy, not wild) would not get me to watch Children in Need.
And by that I mean that I don't LIKE them.
And I really fucking DON'T LIKE Children In Need. Good cause. Not a way to spend an evening.
I'm not WATCHING it. I mean I wasn't. It was just on in the background whilst I was doing something else.
I was supposed to be going Out tonight, but it is cold and rainy, and the person I was supposed to be meeting was in the pub already, and I am Very Tired, so I was in reading a book with the televisual apparatus burbling in the background.
It is the Truth, I tell you.
Who is Mike?
Ever seen Twin Peaks?
The one-armed man?
Bob's partner in crime?
That's Mike.
(I'm actually talking about Mike Troubled Diva. And two mentions of The Feeling in one day is both bad, spooky, and something I don't want to ever happen again.)
See. I am very sad. I haven't watched Children in Need since about 1991 (with ultimately-to-be-, now ex-, husband). We went to Pizza Express, drank too much chianti, ate olives, and shared a quattro formaggi. Then went home to watch Terry.
No wonder the marriage went pear-shaped.
But, I read your blog tonight and thought, 'Yeah. Children in Need.'
And I went to watch it.
Terry hasn't aged a day. Seriously! It is all the same. 15 years later. The jokes make me wonder if it's bedtime yet. I ring about the money stuff because I feel guilty. And ex-husband rang in the middle of it for a chat.
The only difference being I had my ex b/f's father round for a drink at the time.
C'est la vie.
Do you think Terry 'has had work'?
As they say.
You have the head of a box?
That is - in playground terms the ultimate pop group diss: From now on, whenever anyone mentions a musical band that I regard as beyond the pale I shall content myself with saying:
"my nan likes them"
Fwengythingy - nice new pic. You look Hot.
Timbo - Mike also likes Mum, who are good. I like the Icelanders and their strange music. (Everyone, go and read Troubled Diva - link on the right.)
Backroads - serves him right, the furry yellow twat. Agree with Mikey re. Top Insult.
Jude - yes definitely, it is a Fact. Also at the BBC there is a Rule that if you have Wogan in your car you can't open the windows/sunroof in case his syrup blows off.
I'm six in that photo.
I don't remember writing my earlier comment. Alcohol and the WWW don't mix. Oh my.
CWI as it's known
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