So my mum was looking for a picture of me, Ted Felton, online: what I was sensitive enough to say, was, do you not have enough of them. Apparently not. So here I am: on three hours sleep, genuinely, and with my pretend grumpy fed up Ted Felton smile, attempting to grin in the middle of one of the toughest days ever.
But of course, we've all been there. Here's to you, Jones Bones! Slainte.
Saturday, June 25, 2011
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