I have to confess to punching the air during the ten o’clock news last night at the news that Harriet Miers has withdrawn her name from the US Supreme Court shortlist (I was still a little over-emotional from what happened to the old Commie at the end of Spooks, don’t look at me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.