Fifteen Minutes

Very happy, listening to the Gorillaz.

Fifteen minutes until The Simpsons. Well, seventeen minutes if you want to be precise. Sixteen minutes now. Hope you’re alright. I am. I’m very happy. And, before you ask, I’m not happy because of the Olympics bid. Big waste of money if you ask me, but then again I have absolutely no interest in sport whatsoever. It was my school’s sports day yesterday. Ho ho ho. What a load of rubbish.

We sit in a field for two hours, attempting to show interest in the sporty kids who run for their lives and then fall over into a humiliating heap. I did nothing, apart from talk to my friends and pick up some litter. I was a reserve for the relay race, and I spent most of yesterday morning praying that I wasn’t going to be called up to do it. I honestly cannot be bothered. Is there any point to sports day? The same house win every year. I feel no competitiveness like I usually do, like when playing some strange game in German the other day when I nearly broke the whiteboard. But that’s a different story. Keep an ear out for it on Jackanory.

Which is making a comeback. How lovely! I don’t remember it much, though. I love kid’s television, though. I really do! I have Cbeebies on my favourites on my television. Has anyone been on the Boobah site though? I’m a bit worried about those Boobahs. They do not appear to have a reason for their existence.