2010 is looking like it’s going to be a great year. If every week is half as fun as this week was, then this will be the greatest year ever.

I took part in the first London No Pants/Trousers Day, and appeared in several newspapers and websites sans trousers. As Drusilla put it, I inadvertently became “the poster girl for exhibitionism.” Whoops.

Also this week, someone helped me get a life goal completed. I may not have told you this before, but one of my life goals was to be immortalised in song. I have zero musical talent (Grade 1 in violin many years ago does not count), and therefore am creatively challenged when it comes to music. The way I see it is that even after most of us are gone, music is timeless and will remain forever. So, in a really cheesy and selfish way, I wanted a song because it would mean that I’d actually existed, if you know what I mean? [/end long philosophical ramble]
Last year, I somehow managed to persuade Chris Blake through Twitter that writing a song about me was a good idea, despite me being a very boring nerd with almost nothing that was worth writing a song about (shh, it was a secret). Anyway, this week saw the arrival of “Rammi, Won’t You Be My Mommy?” and “Rammi, Won’t You Be My Grammy?” after I stroppily complained that “Rammi” was pronounced wrongly.

Oh, and the best part of this week? My friend brought me back BN biscuits from France! These chocolate-filled biscuits used to be sold in every supermarket in the UK, but due to poor sales, they were withdrawn in the early part of the decade. I loved these biscuits, and the accompanying advert. I can’t believe I’ve been living without BN goodness for about 10 years.

Do do do do do, BN BN! *disappears to go and eat these biscuits*