I’m not one for parties really. I’d usually just rather sit in front of the telly with a mug of Bovril and file me toenails. But Romie’s famous annual do was on the way home from my performance as Cliff Richard in Colchester. And as usual it was fancy dress, so I could just keep my costume on and come as the young one himself.
Apparently this is the New Politics. You the voter now have a greater responsibility to be part of the democratic process, and a responsibility to accept the coming hardships of cuts in public services.
Some people really piss me off. I work with them, I live with them and I am friends with them.
This week I watched the excellent Channel 4 Dispatches programme – Africa's Last Taboo. The programme looked at homosexuality across the continent, focusing on what it is like to be a gay person in Africa and the issues that continue to drive homophobia in the birthplace of the human race.
You come home to that one person. You call them umpteen times a day. You confide in them with all your deepest darkest secrets. That person makes you lose all inhibitions, feel happy and proud. Then one day it stops. It’s gone. You hurt as they shut the door on their way out. Shutting the door on the relationship, shutting the door on you.
Well it’s 8:30am again. Rush Hour on London’s newest line – The Jubilee! And I hear that it’s 11 years old this December. Hmm… maybe for its birthday we should all help out by offering our loving services to get the line running a normal service.
I wonder how many people watched Ena Sharples on a 12 inch screen in black and white. (For the younger generation, that was Coronation St)!
I wonder how many people watched Ena Sharples on a 12 inch screen in black and white. (For the younger generation, that was Coronation St)!
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