Like a fat David Tennant...

"My Film Studies lecturer is the absolute man, anybody who uses the montage song from Team America to describe what a montage is, is, in short my hero." Christ, talk about speaking too soon. Yesterday, it was revealed to us that Dr Fradley wont be teaching us any Film Studies this year! Not only that, but Ronnie Barker died, (God rest his soul) I have a horrendous quasi-chest infection, my IR lectures are getting more and more confusing and I threw up after some warm JD led to a coughing fit with only one conclusion. So yeah, it was a pretty shit day yesterday. I did however get a pretty warm reception for my Whitney Houston...

Today, is detox day, the first day since Friday the 16th of September where I wont be having a drink. I'm locking myself in my room with some soft drinks, and Corrie, the Bill and Lost on the telly. I'll also avoid drinking on Thursday too. Toms birthday party is on Friday though, might have recovered by then. Tom seems to think Eilidhs mate looks like a fat David Tennant, I tend to disagree in the strongest possible terms. Ah Eilidh...I'll need to take her for a drink, maybe tommorow. (I'll stick to the orange juice.) She loves films, I love films, she thinks LOTR movies are over-rated, as do I, she was born on the 22nd of December, I was born on the 24th, she hates Nicole Kidman, so do I, she got 37 in the pub quiz at the same point as I did. She has a friend who goes to QMU, so do I. Sorry...that sounds so sickly sweet, but, nah never mind.

Almost cried at the end of that tribute to Ronnie Barker last night, so very very sad. I turned over afterwards and caught part of the Channel 4 documentary on sex dolls; "Obscene Machines" which made me almost cry for other reasons. Should have ran a book on the number of tabloids that would use the headline "It's Goodnight From Him".

Right, double Film Studies lecture here I come...