I learnt a new word the other day. You know when you realise you’re thinking exactly the same thing as the person you’re with? That’s SAMEBRAINITY, folks. I intend to use it all the time, and always in capital letters, too, because it’s that kind of word.
My best mate Biddy is staying with me this week. Over the next seven days we have 600 hours of DVDs to watch, nine tonnes of crap to eat and two sofas to slowly mould to our prostrate bodies. It’s been fun so far, the kind of fun, in fact, that has you giving up on wearing eyeliner because the tears of laughter are making it run down your face in rivers.
Today we’re heading into central London for a pizza and a film screening (Pan’s Labyrinth) and I was just sitting here secretly wishing we didn’t have to leave the comfort of my flat and experience the real world again.
Then Biddy wandered into the living room and muttered, “I don’t wanna go outside.”
It’s such a good word, isn’t it?
I can’t stop saying it.
Maybe I do need to get out of this flat.