Went out to eat at a fish restaraunt in Kemp Town which I'd passed earlier in the day. According to the cuttings in the window, it had been badmouthed by Jamie Oliver on his TV series last year. What could be better?
When I eat out alone, I always take something to read - but what I took this evening I had read already. Had any customer left a Sunday newspaper..? The waitress apolgetically produced the latest edition of Now.
What a bitchy waste of paper! Women are all past it at 36, except for Ferne Britten who is only revived to she can be flushed down the cebrity plughole once more. Apparently Hollyoaks and Hollywood produce the same level of fame. Oh, and tucked away a little gem - Michael Jackson is dating Pamela Anderson. Can't wait to see the baby dangled.
Poor Daniiii is so jealous of Cheryl (? I didn't take notes) on the X Factor and is thinking of taking out a contract on the ex Girls Aloud singer having liposuction on her georgeous face-cheeks. Apparently Daniiii is looking for a guy to dote on her, not the football loser she met last month in Ibiza. Frankly, I would dote - as long as she wasn't liposunctioned, I'd marry - for at least two years. It would help to kick start my writing career.
