I think Russel Crowe is a horrible old tart, and doesn't deserve to win any BAFTA's or Oscars. I don't think he's good-looking either, you can just imagine him becoming this fat old smelly drunk when he gets old.

My head's going to drop off and my eyes are going cross-eyed from looking at the computer screen for too long, and I have been perusing all my usual weblog haunts and have not been inspired. I have however done my first bit of cell culture in ages though (yay!)

I'm going to the school ball tomorrow. And I don't have a frock. I will try to get a nice top though, really try.

I'm going to work for half a day in a pharmacy IN AN ESTATE, in HACKNEY (murder capital of London), tomorrow. I know. God help me. Why did I agree to do it? I'm obviously losing a grip.

As for the police guy, I'm seeing him next tuesday.

I have to go shopping in Safeways now. (Bleugh) Hopefully I'll be in one piece when I next get back to blog. Peace out.