Rather unfortunate start to proceedings this morning. Just pulling out of the street, 20 seconds from home, when a cyclist riding on the pavement took the option of driving into the path of my moving vehicle, mounting my car bonnet. Naturally, given this is Britain, I apologised profusely for his mistake once I'd checked that he was still in good working order. Which he was.
Chantelle becomes a 'celebrity' in her own right, thanks to Maggot and Preston's humble attitude on the 'rank your star status' podium. Then George Galloway offers her advice now that she's famous. And Hitler-impersonating Barrymore tells her "we accepted you for yourself". Fame's a funny fucker, eh? And what a lovely, bubbly personality Dennis Rodman's got.
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