Big Branna

It seems to be the done thing on Big Brother to run names together (Samanda, Bramanda, Chiggy) so I guess we'll have to start calling Ms LRB "Big Branna".

I suddenly realised how many Friday evenings I've spent now, slobbing out with a beer and some chocolate, me in my rocking chair and Ally opposite me on the sofa, the telly between us, him with half an eye on his laptop so that he can read Anna's Live Blogging Things whilst simultaneously watching Big Brother, reading the best bits out loud to me, and us both laughing a lot. And every now and then I say wonderingly, "I know her! I've met her!" and then I tell Ally stupid messages he should type to Anna and her readers, like, "Oh yes, tell them that funny thing about the ocelets you just read out to me that you found on the internet," or "I'm mesmerised by this ad, there's a gorilla playing drums to Phil Collins... I really like that song you know, I'm sorry but I do... what the fuck? What's it got to do with chocolate? Ask them what it's got to do with chocolate!" and other such nonsenseries. I'm suspect he never types them in, he just writes random nonsense in TypePad to appease me.

Ahem. Friday nights. Er... bath.


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