I watched Reading Festival last night and to be honest ,even though i was severely irritated by the two presenters opinions on the acts, it was still better than watching ITV’s latest adaptation of Wuthering Heights.

Oh my. How awful, actually i’m not a valid resource for how good the script was as i was changing channel at 8 minutes 50. This is probably one of my favourite books and i’m not just saying that because everyone else does ( and no my Kate Bush obsession has nothing to do with it)- because i also like Battle Royale and i know some people’s opinions about that book.

So i have reason to complain- Cathy, oh Cathy i would rather sit on the Moors with nails to eat that to watch your terrible acting. I will not Imdb her name. 

Speaking of Imdb, i believe the verb is ‘imdbing’ as i used earlier this week in internetual conversation. It’s when you start making up words that you really know you need to get out. In terms of that verb i feel i can somewhat get away with it being a Media Student.

Gah. Media Student. 

In other news, our flat is about as livable as a solar powered tunnel and i’ve run out of food. I’m going on strike.

Because i’m moving to the Moors to eat nails.