2 days and then the exam will slice open my stomach.

And little gremlins of worry will crawl out of me all over my bloody exam paper.

Deary me - how morbid I've gotten. I blame Warhol's saucy pink knives - they're making me violent.

Today I went to visit me ol' mucker Vicky (I can't pull off Cockney phrases coming from the North West but damn it I will try and muscle it on their media stereotype). We talked about..well not much. Fancy dress, what if rain was actually wine? And the plight of Aids victims in Africa. No really.

Then I went home and had a crumpet and pretended to revise. No time for the Davina workout for today...she's probably rolling in her...bed. Because she is not dead. Unlike her mother - which makes those Loreal adverts incredibly unsettling.

So for now, ciao!

Oh jesus I MUST revise tomorrow. Yes I will yes I will yes I will. You watch.