My quiet hatred of Wikipedians softens to affection when I read discussions like this:
One man’s fascinating and useful debate about the colours a particular model of Vauxhall Astra is available in, is another man’s pointless blathering about ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. I honestly couldn’t tell you which side I’m on.
there is 3 versions of star silver 1,2 and 3 funnily, silver lightning is a completely different colour to star silver, some of the colours listed were only listed for the coupe ie chianti red so you couldnt buy your hatch etc in it. remember vauxhall will list different colours for different years for the fasion of that year, like green seems to vary year to year, wail till chocolate brown comes back into fasion lol
I don’t know – maybe I should get me one of these snazzy Mk4s.
Says Kinga, on her blog.
At home we had our drive done and the back garden so I cant wait to sunbathe next summer with it being all lovely. I also had my step dads family over one Sunday for a roast and had a wonderful time…seriously fame is fun but nothing beats a loving family and true friends. It is true, the best things in life are free.
Love you all my bumble bees.
All my love
Kinga’s been busy since her turn on Big Brother. Amongst other things, she’s been working up some designs for a new dildo:
I was just listening to the extraordinary album The Dreaming, and had a little dip into the web to see what Suspended In Gaffa might be about. Turns out it’s about God and stuff. I thought it was about tape.
Tape. God. Much of a muchness.
And anyway, I came across an amazing Kate Bush resource. If I weren’t trying to cook Marlin, I’d spend the night reading it.
The strange world of the koumpounophobic:
Looking at somebodyÂ´s buttons always makes me want to hold up my palm in front of my eyes to cover the disgusting view on this. Immediately I have to absorb “a non-button-area”, e.g. the sky or the plain floor, to sort of get rid of the insult in my eyes. I also think buttons smell. Even the word button is disgusting. I grew up in Germany to Czech parents. Even in those two languages the word for button makes me wanna vomit: in Czech itÂ´s: knoflik and in German itÂ´s: Knopf.
but I’m glad I got here in the end -
this is a 4 minute joy