Morning! I have no idea where Junglecat and Floppy are, much less what has become of my blonde hoodie... Nevertheless I am holding Junglecat's hoodie hostage until it is safely returned to me, and am confident that today will otherwise go without a hitch.
The tone of this tournament has changed somewhat overnight - the comedy fake flames made out of cloth and fans have disappeared, as has the dreadful piano duo, and the atmosphere suggests all-round that this tournament has ceased to be a gigantic entertainment and has suddenly become a very serious matter indeed. And with virtually the whole €3 million still to play for, it is worth taking seriously...
There is currently no sign at all of the tournament starting, in fact I'm basically alone in the Press Corner except for Mclovin periodically hitting me over the head with a notebook
so until something happens, I put this to you:
Dena has been promising me for about a year now a sample of what she claims is a Magic Hair Product, not available in this country, that she swore would Make My Hair All Better, ie make it look like hers, or, in other words, good. Yesterday she appeared with a blob of said product in a paper cup, full of improbable stories as to what she had to go through to get it to me. After spending the entire day trying to prevent that paper cup being thrown away, and then drinking quite a lot of vodka, I washed my hair and applied the product. I have to say it felt very nice, but the jury is out on whether it has actually improved the consistency of my hair. What do you think?
Before:
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During, with unnecessariness from Floppy:
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This morning:
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