You were like my lover and my best friend
all wrapped into one with a ribbon on it.
Last night we listened to a lot of Rihanna, I like Rihanna, and Mr JT in the shower. I am that shallow.
Then there was a political debate, I hoped for more arguments, passion for their policies, fist slamming and name calling, but it was all a bit manicured. The fact that it happened at all is a good thing for British politics. Mr Clegg is the best looking, but Mr Cable would have a better chance of winning. Surprisingly Mr Brown came over better than Mr Cameron, who really needs to run his fingers through his hair. didn't he see Hugh Grant in Love Actually?
Onwards with the wedding, i cannot wait to get to the finishing touch bit, and snap away.
You are probably the least popular country with the Brits at the moment, what with the banking fiasco and now the volcano. Could we have our airspace back? The Other Miss Pickering would like to come home from Chicago, and The Stamford Hen from New Orleans.
Merci Beaucoup or whatever
More pics of TheBoy Wonder over on his blog.
Posted by Miss Pickering at 9:35 AM