today i realised my life is like beverly hills 90210. which is not a bad thing. but the bad thing is that i realised if my life were in fact beverly hills 90210 i'd be brandon. shameola.

i realised this as i was helping friends come down off some recreational 'drugs'. like the time brandon gave dylan a lecture about his brain (an egg) his brain on drugs (scrambled eggs). although better because i don't give lectures, i give hugs.

i also realised that i'm hilarious. i saw the poster for roger hall's new play - a pantomine version of aladdin - and i said "that sounds god awful". it is funny cos it is true. i don't need to go anyway because i can imagine the ongoing double entendre (sp) and wink wink nudge nudging [to the audience] about rubbing lamps and whatnot. vomit.

FYI this is the result of an image search of roger hall's aladdin. it confirms my hilarious fears. oh dear.

i also realised i'm obsessed with my cousins because i talk about them all the time because i spent my summer holidays with them and if i spend a week with you then you become my life and i can't remember what i did without you. anyway i saw happy feet with my seventeen year old cousin. i consider this an achievement - on the part of both of us - to have enough to talk about etc... to spend an entire afternoon together and then to go to a child's movie. he also flirted with some girls. i felt jealous because there were literally no straight men for me to flirt with. i would have flirted with the girls too, you know, for fun, but they were 14.

oh and i realised that updating my blog's look will take longer than anticipated because the blogger server wont let me customise right now. anyway, by way of a taster let me give you this one clue: POW.