wtf?

Have to go to London for TV audition. Think I woke up in the wrong life this morning.

Oh...

Well that was pointless.

Two minutes of interview suggests, in my mind, that they did not find me to be suitable.
And it was a load of sensationalistic twaddle.

'Nuff said.

PARTY!

Advance warning system kicks in, to make sure everybody knows:

24th August at the house o'plot: my birthday party.

If you like me, turn up. If you don't like me but do like social occasions, turn up, as I'm sure you'll be able to avoid me all night with a little effort. If I don't like you... turn up if you want. We might need someone to sacrifice to the dark gods when the moon rises.