Knob shaped bloomer, Goody rants, and of course the most grand Grand Slam

Today I sold a bloomer that was the shape of a knob. Apparently this isn’t common as I google imaged, and all I could find was a rabbit bun (that looks a bit like a misshaped cock anyway).

5 Balled man with funny looking phallus.... Or a rabbit bun. You decide.

Just thought I’d whack that in as it amused me greatly at 8:25 in the morning. But I was easily impressed and amused today. I awoke at 7:15am for work, after getting in to my room in Canterbury from London at about midnight, to quickly find that Jade Goody had passed away. R.I.P

However, this meant for me that the papers I was about to assemble would be littered with her face, so I was not best pleased…. (Again just to note that I have more of an issue with the daily press coverage we have had of her death than her even though I am definitly not her biggest fan to say the least).

But, alas, the papers were published long before she died and I was media-goody free. I assume tomorrow will dedicate 24 pages to her life in celebration, but as long as it ends tomorrow then fine.

Now, (eagerly awaited by Rob it seems) it’s time to talk about the grandest Grand Slam seen. The deciding match between Ireland and Wales yesterday was the most thrilling, yet nerve wracking, experience i’ve been through this year. The family were congregated in the living room, Irish jerseys all round, the curtians drawn and the tv up loud. My dad – who usually refuses to even watch the games because my mum reckons she is an Ireland coach training the lads not from the touchline but from her sofa-  even was up out of his seat when Wales scored the drop goal that put them ahead by a point with 5 minutes of the clock. My mum was on the floor head sunk in her lap as she thought there was no coming back. Luckily for us all, O’Gara knocked over the drop goal which resulted in my mum cooking a fucking fantastic dinner. (Might have had something also to do with Jones missing the penalty…)

The Championship winning, Triple Crown, and Grand Slam Irish team.

But basicly, wow. Ireland in every six nations look the part till they let themselves down and mess up somewhere along the lines. This year they proved to be an amazing squad full of harmony and passion. Fair play.  Eireann go Brach!

A lot to say

Firstly, a little note to say: Ireland 14- 13 England.

Now, someone tell me if I’m being insensitive, but does jade goody need to be on the front page of newspapers everyday with ridiculous headlines like “Readers: I need your healing prayers”. Although, let me correct myself and rephrase that, “does she need to be on the front page of all tabliod papers everyday?”

This only really got to me because when I work sunday mornings I have to put all the massive suppliments into the sunday papers, and when I work weekdays late shifts I bundle the papers together to return them, so I always see her face alongside yet another exclusive story of her life.
I mean, how interesting can it be? Fair enough, she is dying of terminal cancer, and i feel sorry for her even though shes a bit of a racist slob that is famous for being stupid and thus had to get disturbingly naked on tv.

Ah I actually cannot continue ranting on about it ’cause it will only annoy me.

In other news I decided that Lily Allen is actually quite sexy.

The caption from the Q website was "Truely an image with bite".. I'm not going to write that...

I always found her strangely attractive [much to the displeasure of my girlfriend who thinks Cheryl Cole is a Goddess (and she has many backing her up, but shh)], but I think she’s surpassed “strangely attractive” now.

I just don’t know anyone else to share this idea? Well no-one in my circle of friends anyway, someone back me up.

I also have a hatred for Kiera Knightly, but I think she’s put a bit of meat on and looks much better [this time to my own displeasure of admitting it], but I need to stop reading woman’s magazines at work clearly…