January 25, 2013 by kitcac
I am almost four weeks late in committing to a NYR, but I had a couple of hours to myself driving home in the snow tonight and I came up with a few.
It was a bit like that film Alive, where some of them re-assess their lives and stuff because they are stuck in the snow, but there wasn’t any cannibalism because I stopped at Asda and got some wine, yoghurt and three carrier bags full of bread that were reduced to 9p each. No idea where I am going to put it all.
Back to my original point: my 2013 resolution is to avoid Emile Sande. You can do it too if you like.
Repeat after me:
“I am ridding my life of Emile Sande. I am claiming back my self and I am claiming back my spirit!”
(I once watched Oprah and someone on it said something like that spirit thing).
I am sure Emile is a lovely person and that she is getting very rich from all of this exposure but she is quickly becoming my new Paul McCartney. I would like to go one day without her wanting to look beneath my beautiful or telling me to reeeeead all abowd it.
I am sure that her PR people are very well paid but they might also be evil genuises employed by BBC Cymru. They just must know that when I flick the switch on my radio from Rock FM because Emzy is on it, I am going to land on BBC Cymru. I listened to people speaking in Welsh for ten minutes the other day before I realised that the coast was clear and Emile would be finished.
So in 2013, I am going to cleanse my life of Emile. I will listen to Welsh radio instead.
And if she is on TV, I will watch people selling fleeces with wolves on them on QVC. That is the plan.