On a personal note, when exactly did I become a fucking agony uncle? I don't mean that maliciously at all, but I suddenly found myself advising and mediating between a hell of a lot of people.
Dear friends, I love you but couldn't you have spaced it out a little bit? Just a little?
In the past 10 days I have:
- Helped 1 person get over the fact that he has never been kissed at the age of 16 (No, it doesn't matter. Have you seen where Susan Boyle is at now? Yes? M'kay, you're good to go.)
- Helped 2 couples in rough patches (in fairness one probably would have worked it out perfectly well themselves without my butting in).
- Lost one friend.
- Regained one friend.
- Flirted.
- Had an Aretha vs Dusty debate. I pwned.
I did all this over freaking MSN. I am seriously worried that my social life will collapse if there's a powercut any time in the future.
Also, must stop leaving laptop on during the day.
Speaking of which, anyone want to share with me their thoughts/hopes/expectations on Copenhagen? I shall of course be writing something on the subject once dealings get underway.
P.S. I am quite sure that Etonians are too busy beating up 13 year old girls to bother forming Inheritance Tax policies on the playing fields. Perhaps Mister Brown should leave facetious comments like that to the Opposition, since it's what they do best.
Better still, since Nick Clegg is the only person in the House with a modicum of common sense, what say the 'Honourable Members' let him get a word in edgeways, hmmm?
