Oh, poor books. Forever losing the battle against Google.
YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE I’M A LITTLE GIRL AGAIN.
THIS IS THE BEST PICNIC EVER.
This tumblr is PERFECTION.
Steve (reading Karl’s diary): “Went round to Ricky’s and had some chicken curry that Ricky’s girlfriend Jane had made. Ricky and Jane were going on holiday for a few days and had arranged for Glyn to come in and make sure the cat was okay while they were away. I’m sick of that cat. I was surprised that they hadn’t paid for the little shit to go away with them in first class.”
Steve: Blimey, getting a bit vitriolic in the diary.
Ricky: Why doesn’t he like the fact that I’ve got a cat and I love the cat? Why—
Karl: It’s just everything in that house that you’ve got gets sort of “special treatment”… and it’s a cat and it annoys me.
Ricky: What do you mean, “Gets special treatment”?
Ricky: We put food down for it, and sometimes it gets on our lap and we stroke it.
Karl: You don’t just stroke it. You massage its back. You’re going, “Are you stressed out? Are you stressed out?”
Ricky: Well, it’s good… No, I’m not saying, “Are you stressed out?” At no point did I say, “Are you stressed out?” You said, “What the fuck are you doing it for? Is it stressed out or sommat?” I… I like touching my cat.
If I had a dress like this, I too would shake it, shake it, shake it!
Seriously, this move has endeared me to Anne Hathaway forever.