What with all the excitement over my ten second meeting with Mr Boosh man, I completely forgot to mention the Bishop's memorial service in Neighbours on Friday. It truly was a beautiful thing. Harold played the tuba, and Sky read out a very touching note from jailbird Stingray, after which she made up a load of lies about how great Serena was. The girl tried to pop her cherry with your ex-boyfriend woman! You should have been banging on about her silly whiny voice and less than ample chest, everyone would have agreed with you, she didn't have any real friends!
I couldn't stand that family, but I'm not ashamed to admit that I haven't felt so much emotion over a TV death since the passing of the Bonnie the Blue Peter labrador.There would have been a minute's silence, but I was at work, and had to go and fry some fish, which I suppose was a sort of tribute, given that they all drowned. But how many Ramsay Street resident's bodies are floating around in the ocean now? Dionne, Lil, Serena. Are they planning some kind of Harold Bishop comeback, or are the Australian authorities really that bad at corpse retrieval? I don't remember them having this problem on Home and Away.
I have just spent the past 20 minutes ironing my brand new ten pound bargain Tesco skirt, and my arm hurts. Am clearly some new breed of super weakling.