1.5 seconds of fame

It's been 41 years since Andy Warhol predicted that in the future, everyone would be "world-famous for 15 minutes", and I am pleased to announce that, as of last night, I am 0.16 recurring % of the way there. While I was on my way home from choir practice, Thom texted me to say that he'd just seen me on TV. He also said I was on YouTube. So I got back to my flat, and looked, and he's right. I'm there, on a nationwide ad campaign, in glorious technicolour, for everyone to see. My teeth look very American.

Now, of course, that doesn't make me famous. But we've all got to start somewhere. And I've only got 898.5 seconds to go before Andy Warhol is proved right.

Thanks to Murray for answering my call while he was in Switzerland and giving me assistance with the percentage calculation. I'm tired and thick because I couldn't sleep last night and then couldn't stop reading Texts From Last Night. The fallout from Hallowe'en has been fantastic e.g.: "You tried to wear your Jesus costume into Family Christian stores and say it was a book signing." LOLZ etc.

Right. I'll leave you now. I doubt any of you have read yesterday in its entirity so you have plenty to be getting on with. Go on, my lambs, off you trot.

Cherries and June [needs work]

This advertising campaign for Calendar Girls has been upsetting me. June Brown, aka Dot Cotton, covered in cherry bakewells, aged 82, is not an image that would get me rushing to buy tickets for a West End show. And much as a despise the ageism prevalent in our media, well... it's just a lot, isn't it? I think what I find particularly disturbing is the level surface that appears to be her chest, which made me first wonder if it was just her head stuck on a mannequin's body and then made me consider the possibility that she'd had a double mastectomy, which would certainly be a brave concept for an octogenarian photo shoot, but possibly not quite suitable for cheery family fun at the theatre... In my news, the spot went down but not quite enough. And the date was fun but not quite enough. This afternoon, I have goosebumps and I'm very tired. And that, I believe, is all.