Shakespeare is just some bloke who keeps ranting "what light trough yonder window breaks" its the moon for god sakes!

Overslept and had to race to get a life to Jas’s with my dad. No time for yoga or makeup. Oh well, I’ll start tomorrow. God alone knows how the Dalai Lama copes on a daily basis. He must get up at dawn. Actually, I read somewhere that he does get up at dawn.

He has a song in his heart for me. I hope it is not "Shut Uppa You Face, Whatsa Matta You.

Tom is back on a flight at 6:15 P.M. That is 6:15. Do you get it? Not 6:00 P.M. but 6:15 P.M. And do you know how many minutes that is? I do. I have also become a Time Lord.

This soft grass suggests 'softness' to me, but also at the same time 'lying-down-ness'.

Honestly, what planet do these people live on? And why isn't it farther away?

The tannoy is crackling but I can only hear heavy breathing and snuffling. ... Uh-oh, the tannoy is crackling again. "Sorry about that, ladies and gentlemen, I momentarily lost hold of my pie.