I have to confess to punching the air during the ten o’clock news last night at the news that prostate ,1602258,00.html”>Harriet Miers has withdrawn her name from the US Supreme Court shortlist (I was still a little over-emotional from what happened to the old Commie at the end of Spooks, don’t look at me like that!) . The Friday Thing marked the development with typical respect:
OTHER ROLES WHERE LOYALTY IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN HAVING ANY ACTUAL QUALIFICATIONS: #122
They also included a link to this:
This is obv a really hard day for me, I was super excited about being a Justice. I was looking at my very first blog post and it made me cry. But this day isn’t about me. Its about all of us. And I have to say… Thank You.
The bezzer made an interesting point in a comment on my last post:
You know, if I were a feminist I could get quite upset about Kate Moss’ demonisation whereas her junkie boyfriend seems to get away with it cause he’s just being a bit of a lad. That did cross my mind today, and then I took a brillo pad to my brain because I DONâ€™T CARE.
I’m just glad Kate’s getting out of rehab because it gives the papers another excuse to print photos of her and therefore brighten up my commute. But that’s why Lola is a better lesbian than I’ll ever be.
My plans for tonight have just backed out on me – I was supposed to be buying the boy-bezzer dinner to celebrate his newly-aquired 23 years of age. I have an offer to go out in Paisley for what will undoubtedly be a couple of gins and a bag of chips on the way home before my Friday night televisual routine, but that means I’ll have to find a birthday present for him between here and the train station.
Meh. Have a good weekend.