Jumps over the lazy dog

So yeah. I get to work yesterday with a massive hangover after our Christmas party on Monday night but that's okay.

And then everything starts to go wrong.

Right now I am so tired I can't be bothered to write complete sentences so:

1/ Filming in Leeds (thanks for suggestions for boxing music, innit...)

2/ Filming over-runs, last train leaves Leeds at 8.30pm (!) - it's now 10pm, Tuesday night and Bobby is stuck

3/ Oh... I can't even be bothered to type this but basically I am in the same clothes I was in yesterday. Thank god for cheap Boots toothbrushes and toothpaste.

I have been running around so I smell and tomorrow at 6.30am I will be on a train back to Leeds. I had to come back to London this morning to do some more work down here before going back up north.

It's fucking with my gym schedule and er, my life actually.

I thought of a few things while lying in my clothes (pyjamas) in the (cold) hotel room.

The most unattractive quality in a guy is to be dirty. Or just lazy when it comes to their appearance. There's just no excuse I think.

Guys with smelly willys. Guys whose feet stink.

Actually, my biggest turn-off is guys who have long fingernails with bands of black underneath the ends of them, filled with grime. That's the most disgusting thing in the world.

I was also thinking that I've never sucked a guy's toe / foot.

She has though...

I also think it's quite sexy to swap underwear with other guys who you're close to - like boyfriends etc.

Actually - while i think of this - go to iTunes and search for the aussieBum video podcast. They're so lame.

They're designed for the same people who get a thrill when they page through the Abercrombie catalogue with their tongue and a hard-on.

That's it for now.