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I don't know if they're a hit in the US or not, but the lead singer of the band 'The Ordinary Boys' is a celebrity here in the UK. He did 'Celebrity Big Brother' on TV and now he's really well known. Anyway, his picture is all over magazines & the tabloids and every time I see his face, I feel like I know him (kind of like a different lead singer of a famous British boy band who looks very much like my first love - his photo is EVERYWHERE and every time I see him - I feel like I should wave because that's what you do when you know each other intimately).
I digress...the lead singer of the Ordinary Boys (his name is Preston) - for the longest time, I've felt like know him, but haven't been able to place where I know him from. Then, it hit me - he looks a lot like a Canadian I met years ago on a business trip (and during another trip, spent a drunken - yet highly enjoyable evening with). Mystery solved.
This morning, I saw a link to their web site so, I thought I'd take a closer look to see if he actually does look like my favorite Canadian. I spent the following 30 minutes reading The Diary section of the site. It wasn't like they talked about anything of substance, but it was interesting all the same and found myself reading on. It wasn't what he talked about, but how he expressed himself that made it interesting. I soon realized this blog of mine - it's really F*@king boring and I wish I had something to say that would actually make someone linger longer than expected.
Maybe it's the colder weather making me feel like sh*t (arthritis) but I've been feeling pretty uninspired lately, so if anyone has any good blogging topics - feel free to shoot me an email. Maybe once I start writing on a regular basis again - my entries may start getting a bit more interesting.

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