Caron Keating died today. I normally wouldn't be that bothered about an ex-Blue Peter presenter's death, but I found myself really quite sad. I realised that it was in those long ago days of the late 80s, when she and Mark Curry and the ever-annoying Yvette Fielding presented the show that it was the only time I could ever stand that middle-class pile of shite show. I liked it then, and I liked her. She was also Gloria Hunniford's daughter, but I've never been sure whether that was a good thing or not. I just... it was weird how sad I felt about it.
And I'm sure there was something else I was going to post about. I can't for the life of me remember now.
Lastly, a request to the people of Great Britain: PLEASE SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT THE FUCKING BECKHAMS! I DON'T GIVE A RATS ARSE! IT'S NOT IMPORTANT! SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!
And I'm sure there was something else I was going to post about. I can't for the life of me remember now.
Lastly, a request to the people of Great Britain: PLEASE SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT THE FUCKING BECKHAMS! I DON'T GIVE A RATS ARSE! IT'S NOT IMPORTANT! SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!