Yesterday, very early on (about ten past midnight) I learnt that Katy Carmichael (a.k.a. Twist from Spaced) went out with David Walliams for five years. She must have thought she was the one destined to make it big when Spaced came along - alas, it was not to be, as the length of their respective Wikipedia pages will testify. They both attended Bristol University in the late eighties, along with Simon Pegg and Jessica Stevenson. What gives? In my year at Uni there were barely four people I didn't totally despise...
Anyway, on to something completely different (who can believe I haven't used that one before?). Only one child in twenty is born on the day predicted by the doctor. Contrary to pretty much every other event in my entire life, I was early for my birth - scheduled to arrive on the 12th August, I rolled up on the 10th (cheques and cards in the post, it's coming soon). I was thus born on a Wednesday, making me full of woe (well, who wouldn't be, with the credit crunch and all) rather than Friday, which would have made me loving and giving (nicely dodged, then). If it were Anglo-Saxon times, however (go with me on this) then all I would have been giving was my life - all babies born on Friday were slaughtered, as it was seen as unlucky. And I thought I was full of woe...
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