Oh. My. God.

Did you see that? I've got a celebrity! I now know that at least 2 people have looked at this without me telling them to. To be fair though, one of them knows me in real-space and the other, while having been on telly (rather than just in telly - how lame is that?), I would perhaps rather he hadn't seen it. Still, he's doubled my "fanbase". After discussion with the in TV cunt, I would like to point out the the staying indoors comment was a reference to the global community of geeks and the deminishing, but still significantly, immobile nature of our crash-friendly chums.

So how deep do daffodils go? I asked my Dad via the medium of SMS (I can't remember the last time I used me voice to communicate over a mobile phone. The wonders of technology. Wonders, or blunders? Fuck off, Homer. And relax...), but as yet I've had no reply. I've been noticing that recently. I can only presume he's either changed his number, broken his phone, or he's starting to realise how much he truly hates me. Anyway, I had a go, guessing as I went, and managed to plant about 5 bulbs before I broke the small spade (trowel?) I was using. Actually, I did about two, but then I put the four candle (Goodbye, Ronnie) on it which allowed me to carry on briefly. Thanks for the thought mum, sorry I broke your presents. I'll go into town today, see if I can find some stuff that I might not break so soon. Might try Wilkinsons. Seen stuff in there before. Might even treat myself to a big fork. If you want to know, check back next spring and, if I remember, I'll tell you if any of me daffs is grown.

Is it lunch time soon? I'm hungry...