So Saddam has been hung (drawn and quartered?) and put in the ground. Far too much media coverage has been assigned to this event. Surely - SURELY - we should be focussing on the ridiculously important news that June Sarpong has been given an MBE. The mind truly boggles at such news. A 29 year old TV presenter, that gave the prime minister a hard time about not buying his wife flowers, and does good for charity. All boxes ticked, here's your complimentary t-shirt, please take a ticket and join the queue to see Ma'am.
This is more like it, a truly deserving and special case, bless her heart.
Lord I'm cynical today.
Hmm New Year's Eve. So where was I last year. Ah yes, in Hull, with her, bored and cold but together and close. Year before? Ah yes, Glasgow, with her, watching Snow Patrol in the square, singing God Save The Queen at midnight with all the other English Barbarians, marvelling at the length of Flower of Scotland. This year? I'm at my parent's house. This is NOT how 2007 was supposed to begin for me.
I went to a friend's birthday party last night. Predominately her family, only a couple of our friends. I spent the entire night talking to someone I went to school with. We discovered we had both been made single recently in horrifically callous circumstances, and that we both loved fish (keeping them that is). Then he walked me home, and text me, and promised I could go see his baby guppies and barbs, and he wants to see my goldies. Naturally, having left the house (and therefore having at least one reason to celebrate), I was very drunk on a box of cheap white French plonk, and therefore couldn't quite tip myself over the edge of dozing and into sleep. Thus, most of the night was spent planning our wedding and naming our first born. The friend whose party it was doesn't call me Bridget for nothing.
I am therefore adding something to my Resolutions, which begin in full force tomorrow:
1) Start drinking decent coffee
2) Start drinking decent red wine
3) Therapy
4) Stop falling in love with a man after a single conversation just because I'm desperate to get over an ex girlfriend and lead a normal life.
5) Oh, and learn to drive. Again. So that I can meet him at weekends.
Oh, for goodness sake.
Another result of this party is my plan to rescue a goldfish from my friend's very overcrowded tank of 8 fish (heartbreaking). He is grey and plain and looks miserable. We connected. I have named him Julian, and shall go round there with my net and a sturdy bag at once.
