Bonsoir Chums and Chumettes.
This journal is lock-ed, forsooth. Well, most of it is.
Do comment here and say hello if you feel so inclined. That would be lovely.
I’ll more than likely add you back. I like friends. Friends are nice.
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Welcoming!
busyI was going to be all productive and such tonight, but I thought better of it - IT BE PICSPAM TIME, COMRADES!
Have some NEW, smouldering pictures of people-what-I've-been-lusting-after-rece
And that concludes our forray into the asthetically pleasing and shallow. Join me next week on 'Hannah, You Need Some Life' for what may possibly involve actual, sensible, coherant posting! TTFN, lovers.
mischievousBEST THING IN THE WORLD, EVER.
Seriously, if you're a Who fan, go and join in - spread the love!
Righty-ho, I'm off for a couple o' days for famileh parties. Hope the Robin Hood finale is of liking to you all - I'll catch up eventually, and will be able to join in the squee :D
Love to your mothers!
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bouncyI'm far too exhausted to write anything close to a coherant entry, so have some pretty pictures instead ^___^
Ladies and gentlemen, I present ...
THE MOCK THE WEEK PICSPAM OF DOOM.
"That's gayer than Right Said Fred dancing on a doily!"
See, much more entertaining than my usual waffle.
productiveOH HAI, I HAVE NO LIFE.
Following miss_jaffacke's lead, here is my response to the following:
You So Would
"Pick 50 celebrities that you 'so would' and rank them in order of attractiveness..."
(Or, in Hannah language, a shameless excuse for a picspam of a variety of dishy people who I do not want to have intercourse with, but who I must admit are rather divine in a variety of ways)
p.s. Don't laugh at my taste, pls.
This was hard - 50 people is a lot!
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Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows.
exhaustedUsually, after an episode of Doctor Who, I – quite pathetically – bash out a few thoughts onto LiveJournal and post them as soon as humanly possible. Today I won’t. Today, I’m going to attempt to write coherently and properly about what is, in my opinion, without a doubt the best single television episode I have ever seen. It deserves it :)
I still have a massive post about the last few days coming, but I totally don’t have the energy to do that now. I’m all Who-d out. I think I might just get into bad and watch a film. Night, all!
indescribablemiss_jaffacake 
contemplativeHOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME, PEOPLE-WHO-PRODUCE-UGLY-BETTY?!
Birthday mammoth-post is approximately 1% done.
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In conclusion = ♥
X … Y … L … O … C … A … R … P … XYLOCARP.
I love Mean Girls.
(Why does it feel more ‘special’ when it’s on TV?!)
cheerfulI was supposed to be going to Caroline’s wedding on Saturday night. Well, I didn’t. I had a MUCH better offer …
I WENT TO SEE THE PRODUCERS!! About a decade ago, Dad asked if I wanted to go and see it in Manchester – with a guest appearance from Peter Kay – and naturally my reaction was something along the lines of ‘OMGOMGOMGomgYESSSSS*flail*’. Then I was told we couldn’t get tickets. Sadface. Then my dad found out that he had got tickets, and had to decide between taking me (who ADORES both the films, and Mel Brooks) or mum (who has seen in before, but loves The Kay). Mum, being lovely, told Dad to take me instead. Cue lots of punching the air with my fist and dancing about.
The only downside was the fact that we were going with Dad’s business partner and his wife – one of the most insufferable couples to ever grace the planet. They are perfectly polite for most of the time, but they can be very smarmy, and are constantly bickering like a pair of children. It can get ridiculous at times, but it was TOTALLY worth it.
The show was at the Palace Theatre in
And this is the bit where I go into stupid amounts of flail-y detail. You have been warned.
bouncy