Its Sunday night and Im crying at the Sports Personality of the Year programme on the telly.
I think my hormones must be deffective.
I hate sport.
Sunday, December 10, 2006
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After a weekend in Brighton where I saw the most wonderful looking Beagle, I decided that my dog Benson needed a friend....well, if you're walking one dog then you may as well walk two. Its been 6 months now and my Beagle Jeremy is driving me barmy.
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me too but i can't remember which particular bit. (think it might have been the David Walliams channel swim) and then i turned over and strictly dancing thingy was on - which i don't watch - and cried at that!
I cried at the golfer's dead wife, zara phippips dead mate and the dead snooker player.
Then just after I got my composure back I flick it on to channel 4 and its only Forrest blummin Gump on isnt it? So I have just watched that and am now a blubbering mess.
I love Forrest Gump.
Think I'm goning to finish my self off and listen to that song about the boy on the c.b radio with the dead dad whilst emailing the c.e.o of kleenex and try and get me a sponsorship deal
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