I am, unfortunately, one of those Big Brother geeks. I will know all of their names, hobbies, what they want to be when they're reincarnated, and what I need to know for my first very-shortly looming EXAM will stay firmly in the back of my mind, never to be recovered. Worse still, it will stay in the text book I have got out and will never read. I looked at past papers of the exam I am sitting on Wednesday and if I wasn't such a cold, dead person I would be crying.

I recently discovered that a girl I grew up with in Spain for three years (our mums car-shared. It took an hour by car to get to school in central Barcelona) is at my university. It would be interesting to meet her again so I have emailed her asking to meet up for a drink and hoping she will reply.

And I wish that song on the Tetley advert was on Eurovision. I have spent the day singing 'Rainbouggh, rainbouggh offf loo(ff)ve!' But it was a piss-take and Eurovision itself is a piss-take and I am pissed so I need to chuck my head in a cold freezer somewhere for a few hours so I can co-operate properly tomorrow, waiting eagerly for Big Brother to come on and moaning that everywhere on Monday will be shut for the Bank Holiday and just being a mental bitch INNIT.

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