I just found out the WiFi works at work and I have 12 minutes before I officially have to deal with the good restaurant going people of Norwich. What this means is that I can formally apologise for telling Peaches Geldoff to fuck off. And explain the obscutrity of the link.
Today is official Peaches Geldoff Day.
To celebrate, here are some facts about Peaches Geldoff. While you read them, why not try repeatedly punching your own head, or listening to Aqua with your fingers in a vice.
Peaches Geldoff was once a member of the Russian Ballet.
Peaches Geldoff can breath underwater.
Peaches Geldoff is Immortal.
Peaches Geldoff is the spawn of his royal highness, the lord of depressing noise and whining activist Bob 'the lad' Geldoff, that women what he married, and Jesus.
Peaches Geldoff is see- through.
Peaches Geldoff is a capable journalist, telecaster and TV personality and is both qualified and intelligent enough to comment on the current affairs she so confidently discusses.
Yeah. All absolute bullshit.
Turns out I'm not sorry at all.
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