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Yesterday was the first really hot day of the year--hot enough to melt the tar in the street--and what was I wearing? A sweater, natch. Well, I can't be expected to dress sensibly at 8.30a!

My main reaction to the first real summery day (summery in a good way, not in the nasty hot humid way that's coming pretty soon, no doubt) was the feeling that I was being blinded by all of the winter white legs that were suddenly on display. I tend not to inflict the sight of my legs on the general public unless it's really really hot, what with my thighs reminding one of a Thomas' English Muffin.

Full of nooks and crannies to hold the melted butter, that is...

I know I talk about McDonald's alot, but I went to the really annoying one near where I work yesterday, and it's still really annoying!

The girls there have been told that the second they're free to yell out "Can I help you?", which is cool if it's really crowded, but sometimes there's just a couple of people there, and if there's a guy who is deciding what to order and he's just kind of standing there looking at the menu, these girls just keep barking like seals:

"Can I help you? Can I help you? Can I help you?"

I don't know why the guy never runs screaming out of the store, but they'd probably chase him out into the street, braying "Can I help you?" like deranged McDonald's Stepford Wives until he breaks down sobbing like a little girl and orders a Big Mac.

I was discussing being cool when one meets celebrities with Amanda the other day, and I told her the following story, that I thought I'd favour you with as well. You lucky people...

My favourite celebrity story is one that I don't actually remember, because I was about four years old, but my Mom has been telling this story for years. My Da was directing a drama on a record album starring Vincent Price, and he brought him home to visit. Apparently, I took one look at him, raced across the room, threw myself into his arms, and refused to leave his lap the entire time he was there.

Come to think of it, there's a possibility I'd do that with Tommy Lee Jones as well...

I've always felt that the one thing that America really has over England is that Ruby Wax is unknown over here, and now she has a show on Fox.

My life is a living hell...

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