Posts by Danielle
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Of course he made it himself. Russell isn't hidebound by a priori conceptions of felafel.
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It is entirely compelling television, and often first rate entertainment.
I love a lot of reality television, but I can't handle those shows. Most of the time I feel so sorry for the poor person getting arrested that I can't quite manage to be entertained. (The American shows are worse/more egregiously unjust, but I don't like our versions either.)
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Hard News: Friday Visions, in reply to Sacha,
22nd anniversary of Doolittle
Fucking hell. I seem to be having an increasing number of these sorts of moments of clarity lately. :)
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Which? The droning country pop or the Steinman drama-fest?
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a droning country pop number called “It’s a heartache”
I think I might like 'It's a Heartache' better than 'Total Eclipse of the Heart', though...
(I am quite a one for country pop.)
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Sigh. The fuck is wrong with these people?
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Oh for goodness' sake, Danyl, what utter tosh. Before tonight's silliness kicked off I've probably mentioned you off my own bat about... four times in 4000 tweets, over however many years?
(I'm terrible at both maths and feed-searching, so if anyone would like to do the search, and then break down the statistics for Danyl, we can get to the bottom of how Terribly Significant he is once and for all.)
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Up Front: Fairy-Tale Autopsies, in reply to giovanni tiso,
Hey, you're blowing my cover. It's now becoming all too clear that my constant, mind-numbing stream of 95% mommytweets (sorry, followers) is all camouflage for a Nefarious Highlander/Inception Plan to bend Danyl to my will.
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Up Front: Fairy-Tale Autopsies, in reply to Emma Hart,
I totally agree, not a "betrayal" at all. As I just said on, um, Twitter: "I think you should know what someone is saying about you!" is time-honoured-ly busybody, though! Charmingly retro, almost.
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Oh Jackie, that doesn't worry me. My tweets aren't protected, so I'm fine with him being told that I'm occasionally bitching about him in another "room", so to speak. Our version of gossip, I suppose.