- As the intro might have hinted, I have been watching some of the Olympic fun this week. Admittedly, it was mostly the bits where the camera pans to the Queen looking bored, but the Games are young so I expect I'll actually watch some races and stuff at some point. Til then, there's this past Olympic clip to enjoy. Over and over again.
- I was Matron of Honour at my sister's fabulous wedding on Saturday. As my sister had been lovely and bought me a gorgeous dress to wear, I felt it was only right to turn up with shockingly bad hair. Or my stylist felt that, one or the other. I said as she was wave-ironing it: "This isn't going to look crimped, is it?" To which she responded with an indignant denial. Soon as she'd finished, I went to take a look, and LO! IT LOOKED CRIMPED. Thus the Universal Constant of Bridesmaid Fugliness was upheld.
- My personal hangover cure (last invoked on Sunday) is: lucozade, salt and vinegar crisps and raw tomatoes. I don't question it. It just works.
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