Twinkle is back with her ex. The ex who dumped her and told her she’d never make it as an actress. The ex who I’ve spent the last four weeks berating and describing scenarios that usually end in castration.
I’ve come to the conclusion that Twinkle might be a bit of a muppet, actually.
It may just be me, but if a bloke told me he thought I was wasting my time with my chosen career, that I was never going to ‘make it’ and then proceeded to dump me and shag someone else… I think I’d be chopping his bollocks off with a rusty knife and making him eat them on toast.
Anyway, they’re back together. He’s in our flat. I’m being overly nice to compensate for the fact that I’ve been calling him a dick for the past month.
Isn’t the world funny?