• Comment which song you know with the title :)
• And add the artist if you know it.
• Put your ITunes on shuffle and put the first line to the first 10 songs that come up!

Life on Mars? by David Bowie. Guessed by chuckney 

In For the Kill by La Roux. Guessed by kitty_bug 

3. I've made up my mind, don't need to think it over Chasing Pavements by Adele. Guessed by rainstar11 

4. I swear, I swear I miss the times when you would tie me to a chair

5. I'm gonna be a mighty king, so enemies beware!-  Just Can't Wait to be King in the Lion King. Guessed by </a></b></a>fofomazuzu

6. I can't sleep tonight, everybody's saying everything is alright. Why Does it Always Rain on Me, by Travis. Guessed by sess_satan 

7. I like them black girls, I like them white girls... The Girls by Calvin Harris. Guessed by chuckney 

8. How can I think I'm standing strong, yet feel the air beneath my feet?

9. When your day is long, and the night, the night is your alone. Everybody Hurts by REM. Guessed by chuckney 

10. Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard your rolled up sleeves in your skull t-shirt. You Know I'm No Good. Guessed by kitty_bug 

Okay for ages my friends have been telling me how great Grey's Anatomy is. So I watched an episode (ok only one) and I told them the only one I found attractive is Doctor Shepherd aka McDreamy. I'd forgotten about him but today I caught a glimpse of this Mr Patrick Dempsey on Enchanted and woah-woah-woah.
Yummy Mr McDreamy!
What a dish!
Yum
Yum
Yum!

            The bandages around her head made beads of sweat trickle down her brow. In the night, she’d try to rip them off, relieve the pressure of them as they pushed down on her skull. She’d kick the blankets off and claw desperately for air, knocking her machines to the floor as she screamed in her sleep. The doctors gave her medication through her intravenous drip to calm her, but she was still restless. She’d been found in the cafeteria the day she came around from her coma, sitting on the floor shaking, sweating as she pointed an accusing finger at the television set, screaming. She had smashed two heart monitoring machines on that day shouting, “He didn’t mean it” as she rampaged down the St Mary’s Hospital corridors, pleading for help.

 Doctors said it was the bullet. They all said it had hit a section of the brain which controls the differentiation between dreams and reality. That she was merely hallucinating.

Alex closed her eyes as the nurse opened the curtain, a pool of sunlight bathing her pale skin, stemmed with wires and cannulas.

“I can close these if you want to get a bit of sleep. You were a bit restless last night, Alex.” The nurse said, pouring another glass of water into her cup. Alex shook her head and laid her head back on the pillow. “I’m okay, thank you.” The nurse nodded and left the room, touching Alex’s arm gently as she left.

Alex traced her finger along the blue and white wires snaking along her arm and let out a sigh. The TV crackled and fizzed to life and the all too familiar image of Gene came into focus. It was the fifth time today.

            “Coffee?” Ray gave Gene a small nudge and fumbled in his pocket for some change. Gene shook his head a moved his chair a little closer to Alex, who was tucked under the white and orange sheets, her face speckled with dirt as her hair lay matted across the pillow.

“I didn’t mean it, Ray.” He said as Ray collected the coins in his hand. Ray didn’t say a word, but simply nodded and left through the floral curtains. It was the type of nod that was done just to make you feel better. No feeling or truth behind it whatsoever.

  Getting to his feet, Gene double checked to see if there were any nurses about as he pulled back the curtain. Ray rounded the corner into the lobby and the patient in the next bed stirred a little. Gene moved the chair back and placed his hands on Alex’s thin shoulders, shaking her limp body a little.

“Bolly, please.” He hissed, touching her face, “Just open your eyes, Bols come on.” There was a commotion from outside the cubicle and he turned, looking to see if anybody was coming in. The nurse outside shuffled past and he continued to talk to her, “Just tell ‘em I didn’t mean it. Tell ‘em I was trying to save yer.” He pleaded, his thumb drumming on her collarbone.

       He let go of her and wiped a hand across his face, a slick film of sweat dripping past his nose. On the bed Alex twitched, her hand stretching. He felt his heart stop for a second, that split second of hope as she breathed heavily, as though she were about to say something. Gene tripped over the chair and held her outstretched hand, “Bols?”

“Gene.” Her voice was disjointed and so quiet it was almost a breath. He squeezed her hand, knowing she would wake up, “I wish I could.” Her hand went limp again and her breathing became like that of a deep sleep.

• Jackanory!
• The ending (but it made me cry)
• "You've been Quattroed!"- Gene Hunt da man!
• Ray eating a "sausage" ;)
• Shaz and Chris...YAY!
• Shaz in a wedding dress, beating the shizzle out of some guy!

Does anyone here watch Ashes to Ashes? If so, does anybody want to sex Gene Hunt up a bit?


Just asking... :)

I need an icon of him ASAP!
 

Hey guys,
I am really sorry I haven't been on here in a while. School stuff (I lie). What's been up with me? Bit more than most times. I got into a sixth form nearer home, which I start in September (YAY!) and I'm planning to take English Lit/Lang, Drama, Media and Psychology :) NO MORE MATHS OR SCIENCE! What else...oh yeah, very topical, I saw Jade Goody's funeral procession. Okay, bit morbid, but was rather wierd that I was actually in (or nearby) a news story.
My mum won nearly 300 smackeroons on the Grand National as she picked the winner because it sounded like "My Mum". (The horse's name was Mon Mome and she chose it because the race was on her mum's birthday. So, good times!) Also she managed to see the G20 riots from her road. SWEET. My friend also saw Obama cos she lives near where the G20 meeting was.
Anyways that's all I can think of at the moment. Oh yes also:
I am rapidly morphing into Bridget Jones...YAY! Mark Darcy.