Because killing people is wrong (and killing people over a tv show shows questionable judgement)

Dancing on Ice judges:

YOU WOT?!

Two weeks in a row now. Two fucking weeks in a row you jettison real talent in favour of well... shite. Dame Kelly may be a national treasure (and I'm never going to say bad things about someone with that name!) but: She. Can't. Skate!

Sean can.

So who do you vote off?

Sean.

Eh?

From the consistantly low marks you gave Sean and Marika's beautiful routines we could tell you were biased against them, but then to dump them in favour of someone who's skating you slag off on a weekly basis? Jesus H Christ on a fucking pogo stick! I mean Marika even lifted Sean! what more do they have to do?

Bloody hell!

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Meanwhile back in the real (and slightly more even tempered) world,

I had a lovely day today.

Mum had the day off from looking after Auntie, so we went up to Belfast (mum wants one of those reclining chairs to help her back so we went on a costing mission) and tootled around the shops. I managed to snag some goodies in Lush (the only soap in the world that doesn't leave my hands looking like I've been shaking hands with freddie kreuger), we had lunch out, and we did a lot of walking (was really impressed with how far mum managed). Sometimes we really rub each other up the wrong way, but everything seemed to just fall into place today.

Oh, and we discovered the furnature shop that never ends! Seriously, I think whoever built the TARDIS also built this place, it was bizzare, you turned a corner thinking you were at the exit, and there you were... in a completely new bit! Over and over again!

Fun day. 'M sleepy now :)