You've got to get yourself a special notebook. Special notebooks rock everyone's socks! There's something about them that makes them ...secret. YOu see a sparkly notebook and you instantly think "secrets".

That poor woman in the crystal/rock.

I've never really understood "gawping". Dictionary.com tells me it's staring stupidly. In my mind a girl wouldn't stare stupidly at a woman in mortal pain enclosed in a tomb of rock. She'd probably stare wide-eyed, horror contorting her features as she took in the sickening view of a once majestic creature in the throes of death. Though a better word than sickening would be used. I can't think clearly atm.

But that's just me. I'm one of these people in life who likes things their way.

"His way or no way, totalitarian" - as always, Arctic Monkey's lyrics show us a glimpse of life.