Patsy Kensit has my jeans on

I discovered Ms Kensit and I share taste in stretch demin whilst browsing Grazia magazine.

I think leaving my current job will actually do me some good. I want to live in a world where I will not be able to name every single member past and present of the Sugabaes, where I will not be reduced to spitting bile by the Sun's showbiz column, because I won't have to read it. (Special heads up to Victoria Newton here, outstanding achievement in the fields of self-obsession and pointless petty bitching.)

Obviously the money panic is not good, but at least I will be free from the swamp mindless tittle tatle.