I don't know why I find this extremely stupid video utterly addictive (maybe I really am a nerd...there is a follow-up called Text Message Breakup), but I think my sister is gonna love it. Considering that I seriously heard a song on Swedish public radio yesterday called 'My boobs are okay', which sank lower than even Britney Spears ever dared, I think this is far more worthy of my time.
Thanks to the lovely Ben for the tip. And remember - those shoes are mine, betch.
Bonus Stephen Merchant update:
For those following the saga (that's you Lols): Mr Merchant has today again failed to be aware, however vaguely, of my existence. Maybe I need to get a more realistic workplace crush. Barry from Eastenders, perhaps?
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