Started earlier this week. Evans opened with:
PRIM SUSPECT - she was a bit stuck-up anyway.
I countered with:
PRATS OF THE CARIBBEAN: getting in everyone's way.
GONE WITH THE WIN: man goes halvsies on scratchcard, makes a tenner, legs it.
WE DIV AT DAWN: People constantly go up to 'the office' star Lucy Davies and make 'durrr' noises at her, while pushing their tongues into their lower lips.
She came back with:
JEWS - oceanic Yiddish folk who bite legs
STAR WARDS - medal winning hospital wings
GHOSTDUSTERS - keeping spooks spotless
And then it turned out Photoshop Phriday had been looking over our internetty shoulders the whole time. Weird. I think THE PRODUCE (page 2) is my favourite.
ALSO: Was I secretly hoping that my previous ipod whinge would in some way net me a free mp3 player from some kind manufacturer 'for reviewing purposes'? Yes. Did anything come of this? No. Clearly blogging is not the path to fame and fortune some people would have you believe, the have-you-believing muckyfunsters (it's only just gone nine, there might be children reading).
On an unrelated note, I drove to Penzance yesterday and thought: wouldn't it be great if I had my own car for the summer, instead of having to borrow my mum's at the age of 33*? A convertible would be nice. Think on't.
Coming up later: more bearded GW writers. Yay!
* my age, I mean. Not my mum's.