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Slightly disturbing little thing I'm about to share. Read on if you dare...
I was watching "I'm a celebrity" (yes, I've become totally sucked in, and yes, thank you person who is illegally streaming every episode live for those of us outside the UK who can't otherwise watch it) and then this happened...
Everyone in camp is discussing which three people from anywhere in time they would have at a dinner party. There were some very good candidates across the board.
My immediate first pick was Robin Williams.
So was John Barrowman's. Fancy that as a coincidence. Proof we both have excellent taste.
My second pick was Prince Albert.
So was John Barrowman's. Two out of three? That's getting a bit spooky.
My third, well, I think we all know who that was. It would be conceited to invite yourself, though, so I let that one slide. I heard Queen Victoria was a bit of a nutter, but maybe that would make her good fun at a dinner party.
Now here's where things get really scary....
Last night I was thinking, "I wonder what happens if someone gets really sick or injured on the show? Do they cancel the vote? Are they automatically eliminated?"
Ten minutes later, guess who got shipped off to hospital with a sprained ankle?
Yeah, that was me.
I'm not saying I'm psychic, but now I'm well freaked out. Eeep!
Sorry, John. :(
I'm going to think nothing but positive thoughts from now on. Just in case. I don't want to be held responsible for mentally killing people off (though I could think of a few who maybe... no, better not).
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Date: 2018-12-04 02:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-12-04 09:07 am (UTC)Yes, if only a few numbers appeared to my inner eye, we'd be right!