If you missed Jonathan Ross tonight, you might be advised to watch tomorrow's repeat, unless you have a delicate disposition. I haven't laughed so hard since, ooh, last week, when R,S and I wrapped the Deputy Head up in toilet roll...
But seriously, Eddie Izzard makes me laugh anyway, then follow it with mad model Janice Dickinson and top it off with John Barowman and Andrew Lloyd Webber camping it up and the tears rolled down my cheeks. Sadly A was so cream-crackered that he didn't even stir through the howls.
What is that woman on? I need some of it to get me through the week!
The ramblings of a textile junkie living in the Cheshire Plain, hanging in there and wondering what it's all about. Frequently out of step with the rest of the world (or so it seems) I just muddle through as best I can...
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