So this week is the live final show of the TV programme I work on. Work is therefore rather frantic. And by “rather” I mean “chaos”. And by “frantic” I mean “roughly two minutes away from being thrown into a padded room forever”.
Which means one thing – I’m not gonna be writing here much for another week. I know, I know, dry your eyes. It’ll all get better next week, I promise. Feel better yet? No? Well in that case, harden the f@ck up, Nancyboy.
I’ll make you a deal: If you’re all nice and friendly and supportive, I’ll see if I can rustle up a picture of two of Her Ultimate Fineness, Jessica Biel. If not… it’s Oprah in a thong. Your call.
P.S. You know as you doze off tonight the last thing you’re going to picture is Oprah in that thong, don’t you? Sweet dreams…