August 2011
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I had a wonderful dream last night
(Please ignore my spelling mistakes and such, english isn’t my first language) So… Stephen Fry was The Doctor, I was his companion, and his London Cab was the TARDIS although it wasn’t bigger on the inside, just a cab. I sat next to Mr. Fry as he drove and we talked and laughed and I couldn’t believe my luck! I loved his laugh and was immensely proud that he found me funny...
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Jimmy Carr: "And the Winner Is..." is the name of our final round, here's your question—best thing about living alone. Jon?
Jon Richardson: What mate? I'm never alone. Never alone, am I, Jon? No you're not Jon, you're always with people, Jon. Jon and Jon are gonna have a good chat about you when Jon gets home. Seriously, learning to deal with spiders. That's it, there's no one else to do it. Generally I'm a shrieker, but living on my own—cause I used to, if there was a spider, I'd just move to the next room. And then, once you've used all the rooms, you go, "Right, we've gotta learn how to deal with this."
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“The boundaries which divide life from death
are at best shadowy and vague.
Who...”
– Edgar Allan Poe, The Premature Burial (via ohlittlebee)
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