Dude.

OK, so I'm watching this thing called The Queen's Sister, a drama fact/fiction thing about Princess Margaret.

It's so-so blah, except that the dude who plays Charles Bingley in the movie Pride and Prejudice just turned up as Roddy Llewellyn. Yes, Charles Bingley is supposed to be the Princess' lover. I don't buy it. Also, he looks a lot like Paul Bettany when he's mot kitted out in the old regency stuff. I'm freaked out now.

And you know, some will say this was a controversial look at Margaret's life, but it totally isn't. Until we see the old girl get down on her hands and knees and snort cocaine off the carpet (as she's reputed to have done after someone spilled it) I shan't consider it much at all. And you know, if this is a decent portrayal of Princess Meg, then someone was up her own arse with her own self-importance. I don't mind royalty, but I do mind them genuinely believing that they're better than everyone else just because they were born that way. Great people make themselves, they are not born.

I've also spent quite a lot of money on eBay this weekend on vintage stuff. I finally found a pair of knee-length boots I can live with (as opposed to a pair I truly like, which will only be possible when I am sat in front of a genius bootmaker and she/he makes it around my fucked up feet) so I might actually wear some of the shit I own.

Except I probably won't, and will continue to wear the same pair of black trousers and white shirt as always. I would like to look stupendous on a daily basis, but I suppose I just can't be fucking bothered.

"I just can't be fucking bothered" is my motto, the reason I am where I am and not where I actually want to be.

Permanent apathy is a bitch, but I don't care enough to change it.

Top Gear was fucking hilarious today though. Nothing like watching a small bloke trying to get a massive supercar out of a tiny Parisian car park.

Dude.

OK, so I'm watching this thing called The Queen's Sister, a drama fact/fiction thing about Princess Margaret.

It's so-so blah, except that the dude who plays Charles Bingley in the movie Pride and Prejudice just turned up as Roddy Llewellyn. Yes, Charles Bingley is supposed to be the Princess' lover. I don't buy it. Also, he looks a lot like Paul Bettany when he's mot kitted out in the old regency stuff. I'm freaked out now.

And you know, some will say this was a controversial look at Margaret's life, but it totally isn't. Until we see the old girl get down on her hands and knees and snort cocaine off the carpet (as she's reputed to have done after someone spilled it) I shan't consider it much at all. And you know, if this is a decent portrayal of Princess Meg, then someone was up her own arse with her own self-importance. I don't mind royalty, but I do mind them genuinely believing that they're better than everyone else just because they were born that way. Great people make themselves, they are not born.

I've also spent quite a lot of money on eBay this weekend on vintage stuff. I finally found a pair of knee-length boots I can live with (as opposed to a pair I truly like, which will only be possible when I am sat in front of a genius bootmaker and she/he makes it around my fucked up feet) so I might actually wear some of the shit I own.

Except I probably won't, and will continue to wear the same pair of black trousers and white shirt as always. I would like to look stupendous on a daily basis, but I suppose I just can't be fucking bothered.

"I just can't be fucking bothered" is my motto, the reason I am where I am and not where I actually want to be.

Permanent apathy is a bitch, but I don't care enough to change it.

Top Gear was fucking hilarious today though. Nothing like watching a small bloke trying to get a massive supercar out of a tiny Parisian car park.