Listorama: Facebook status updates vol 11

BetaRish (is):

working at home today

waiting for the 270 Blue count

wondering what Alastair Cooke would have made of it all

really might have taken on too much this time

salutes Mr Paxman and Mr Rascal – http://tinyurl.com/6qfsj5

has his fingers crossed

off to be best man at Matt and Shelia’s wedding today

plotting the next mixtape

thought he had the first four lines of the novel at 5am this morning. Alas, it was an early morning dream

all in his mind

loves the way you make him feel

has had three hours sleep, and is warning you all he is foul to grumpy, rising them falling

all wrapped up in circumstance

going to attempt a movie marathon

has lost some days to his vanity

tips his titfer to you

at Natalie’s Party

all you need

thinks you might be his lucky star

delighted that Danny Baker’s on Radio 2

waiting, with a gun and a pack of sandwiches

wishes he had some big thoughts under some big hair

appears to be a permanent member of the awake at 5am club

believes in something like you

has his bling cufflinks on today

Oi, snotty nose, outside now!

would like a title for an art-rock playlist. Any ideas?

tonto

(the) epitome of faded seaside glamour

31 today. The horror, the horror

thanking you all for today’s kind wishes

battling for Battles to an obsessive degree

trying tom decide between an ode, or a sonnet

thinks the bacon sandwiches were too small

thinks he might have cracked the tetrameter thing

a minor chord and major lift [NB: I know that should be ‘fifth’]

snake begetting rabbit

will be on the popscene on 3 July next year

hunting for discs of rebellion

awake at an ungodly hour

at work

in the office again

can’t get out of his mind

falling apart, according to one judge this morning

has two little arms to hold on tight

your number one guy

hoping with chance you might take this dance

back in the office again

going to try and avoid logging in for the rest of the day

has lost all sight of you

found a two of hearts this morning

gearing up for a potentially mad 48 hours

wishes you all a tidy Christmas

really should get up and feed the cats

on the hunt for a skirt in today’s sales

whispering in the conclave

shaking hands with the hacking cough

has a new camera to play with

hardcore

says 2009! Bumrush the calendar boyee!

will defeat the BT box today

nursing a hangover, preventing him from nursing a kitty

asks: does the back to school feeling ever go away?

wants to go back to bed, and start again tomorrow

says OK Go to the new year. Again

Treachery a/k/a Missy cat died this lunchtime

asks you to bring your loving over

has joined Popinjays Anonymous

thinking about meat. Again

will be cracking on with admin in a moment

missing some Golden Globes. Any one seen ‘em?

wasn’t planning on today starting at 5.30

the sound of water

a lurker. I’ll explain later

trying to wish deadlines away

had a dream about flying greyhounds last night

still in pain after running

considering

says Hail to 44!

still needs to tinker with the latest playlist

as fast as a duck

wants to get a hold of you

dancing in a funeral cortege

asks: whither baille funk in the next century?

reckons you’re about an 8 or a 9

sings, ‘Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a time machine?’

hopes today will mostly be about burgers

going wild in the aisles

on the way to Paris

today the left bank

says it’s snowing in Paris. Fingers crossed we’ll get home tonight

still recovering after getting back to St Pancras at 1.20am this morning. Thanks Eurostar, thanks

now here with the weather

D.A.N.C.E.

asks you all to read Paul Gilroy’s ‘There Ain’t No Black In The Union Jack’. It’ll be worth your while.

is Bafta tastic

needs to rouse himself to action

bounce