I hate duckface! There's a colleague of mine who insists on it on her facebook. Mind you she has a duck arse as well, so fair do's...


I started watching an episode of The Bridge on your recommendation last week, but I got a bit scared and had to turn over to something fluffy




I'm so sorry for that Meryl, but when I was flicking through the channels I just couldn't resist!

Went round my Mum's this afternoon for Sunday lunch and we watched 'Up' it was the second time I've seen it but the beginning made me well up so badly, it's really sad and my Mum had to console me. Never thought I would get so emotional over a Disney film.

I took LA and a couple of his friends to the cinema when it came out, and I cried like a baby for the first 30 mins! It's too sad.....

Haven't bought him the DVD of it, cos I don't want to embarass him again

It's strange because I've seen the film twice already yet didn't get as emotional the first time, must be the hormones I think.

Still a lovely film though, Doug the dog reminds me and my mum of our own chocolate lab.

I've never seen up but always wanted to. Looks brilliant

I haven't seen Up either. I don't even know what it's about.

The one film that always makes me cry is The Fox and the Hound. I always start bawling when Tweed has to give up Tod, no matter how many times I watch it.

Oh, and the end of Marley & Me.

The Lion King when Simba's dad dies always gets me

I understand both of those, but why just now, when watching Pastora's second rehearsal, did I start blubbing when the wind machine came on

I'll echo Foxy, must be the hormones!

I thought it was terrible and I saw it in all of it's 3D glory...but then again I've only ever almost cried at one movie...

Zulu?

i had a tear listening to that the other day and then I listened to Joan and the same thing happened, I'm too soft

No Titanic....yeah riiiiiiiiiiiiiiigggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhttttt....

That just made me want to wee a lot!

In seriousness, it was a movie called Lady Jane, starring a very young Helena Bonham Carter...so sad...

I'm coming down with a serious cold

I knew something like this would happen- you can guarantee I'll go and die during Eurovision week in the dim and distant future, so I'll never get to see how New Switzerland fare in the final with Lys Assia, who will be 187 by then, and kept alive as just a head in a glass jar.

I'm torn! Do I carry on listening to marrakech on http://www.pulseonair.co.uk/ or watch 30 mins of the Eurovision Preview show on Sky 365???

I really need to be in bed by 10.30 or I'll be rubbish on my early start tomorrow

ooooooookaaaayyyy....I think someone needs a nap more than me!

Although I've been having kinda similar thoughts, I have a hospital appointment on Tuesday at 4pm - convincing myself that I will be involved in a horrible car crash on the way there or the way back and will miss the semi final cos they'll be operating on a mangled leg or summat

Let's get some positive thinking going!

I'm going to Push Forward (Lena circa 2011) and drinking Tesco Value Sparkling Wine on Tuesday if it (quite literally, through painkiller/ alcohol chemical wedding) kills me.

I made the mistake of taking two 500mg Ibuprofens before bed last night, and hallucinated my next door neighbour was being burnt alive as a witch in my back garden. I was most perturbed.

No hallucinating! Jedward could end up qualifying that way

I only dream stupid things when I have afternoon snoozes before first night shifts - last week, hubster took me away for the weekend to tell me that our marriage was over. I had a proper go at him when I woke up. He didn't even take me somewhere nice, it was Great Yarmouth

does hubster tell you what he dreams about?

Subliminal - it's just the kind of dreary, rough-as-a-Bear's-arse-end of nowhere place to go to break up. Park up by the harbour entrance, looking out over Gorleston and the grey North Sea, watching the seagulls get blown backwards by the Force 9 gale, listen to the other half say it's over through the rattle of the sleet against the windscreen - then release the handbrake and let the car roll off into the sea.

There again Sea Palling in January could be just as bleak a destination for bad news I suppose.

Robin Gibb is dead. Awful week for music

I haven't been to Great Yarmouth since a Year 5 school trip and we went to Seaworld, not only did I drop my ice cream but I also tripped over and put a nasty gash in my knee.

So yeah my previous visit wasn't the most happiest.

It was coming, unfortunately. At least he's at peace now.

Crumbs, first Donna Summer and now Robin Gibb. Dropping like flies.