I’ve been enjoying an extended bank holiday this week – one of the advantages of starting up your own bank – but I have to break my silence to cover two important events:
I’m getting enough (think “more than one”) comments to start losing track of which item they were posted in response to. So I now have a standing invitation to bite someone, but I can’t for the life of me remember why.
The Spin Starts Here is taken over by guest writers while the Queen of Everything Snarky drops a sprog. Delta Goodrem takes advantage of the disruption by blaming the poor ticket sales for her concert tour on her having had cancer:
“I haven’t got to connect with everyone because I was behind four walls in a hospital for a while,” Goodrem said of her successful treatment for lymphatic cancer…
… and expediently disregarding that her career was at its most successful precisely at the time she was undergoing treatment, while simultaneously appearing in every sad supermarket mag demanding that people “respect her privacy” during this difficult time blah blah blah. I don’t know why I’m going to the trouble of spelling it out for you; you’ve already connected the dots on this one. Expect me back in a few days with my holiday snaps, once I’ve figured out Flickr.
If you’re thinking of banking with me, I’m following the British method and will need all your other bank account details.
UPDATE: The Spin comes through!
Burnt Karma, 30 June 2005:
Memo to Delta: No-one's buying your tickets because we're sick of you. Hurry up and get pregnant to Shane Warne, then we might be interested.
lucy tartan, 1 July 2005:
Delta needs to consider having a body part hacked off if she wants to impress anybody.
Ben, you did diss my IKEA-reviling schtick, hence the invite to bite. Which, you'll notice, I immediately felt might be taken the wrong way, and deleted. But now I know you're one of those who gets an email for every comment posted….look out.
By the way, what prize do you want for the full house anti-Baz? You can have anything you like as long as it's imagianry.
lucy tartan, 1 July 2005:
shit. IMAGINARY
Ben.H, 4 July 2005:
I want an imaginary friend.