Edward Deidde, the man who spent his entire life explaining that his surname was "deed" has collapsed. He was airlifted to hospital where he was pronounced dead.
I splashed out on some new underwear in Ann Summers yesterday. Forty f*cking quid they wanted for damages before they let me leave the shop.
I got a strange text this afternoon off a number I didn't know. I replied, "Who's this?" I got a message back saying, "Your worst nightmare." Which left me a bit baffled as she was sitting next to me and hadn't moved the whole time