Am I talking rubbish again? I’m doing a lot of that lately. It’s a deflection device. It’s when I stop talking altogether that the worrying begins.
I sought solace in the incomparable Catherine Tate. I can usually rely on her to make me think at least, if not laugh out loud. The following clip is a monologue from The Valley Girl. I gather The Valley is in California, and the Valley Girl is a sort of American version of our Essex Girl, with one difference. The Valley Girl has standards at least, whereas the Essex Girl generally limits herself to aspirations.