Not the Aniston-Vaughan movie, though that was also a bit disappointing, but the actual real-life event. I won't go into any detail other than to say that 2007 will probably be the only year in which I will tearfully shout 'I don't even like bloody offal!' (Presuming, that is, that I don't make my fortune by opening an offal processing plant and then get interviewed about it on Look North.) I hope Nick’s not offended at being outed as a rejecter of the Simon Hopkinson cook book featuring infeasible amounts of offal.
One pleasant side dish next to the excessively heavy offal of breaking up and everything feeling up in the air is that having no ties makes anything seem possible. It suddenly seems quite exciting to have new romantic possibilities. Not to mention the ramifications in other areas of life. I could do anything! Go anywhere! Flicking through my internet history of the last few months I note that I have investigated job vacancies with the British Antarctic Expedition and wondered if the Alaskans need any nurses to come and wrestle bears. After much umming and ahhing, however, I have decided to take the much more rock n roll option of buying a house and getting a dog.
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