Breakfast the Two-Hundred-and-Sixty-Second

Cinnamon & raisin bagel with damson jam.

I think it's a very great shame that Charlie Cox is not my boyfriend and that I don't live in Stormhold. I'm also rather sad that I'm not a star and I don't have glossy, glowy star hair.

I was slightly worried that my fancying Charlie Cox was somewhat pervy, but it's ok -- it seems we are almost exactly the same age. (Though, given that Stardust came out about three years ago, I suppose technically I am quite a few years older than Mr Cox in his Tristan Thorn guise -- oh well).

So Mr Cox, if you are inexplicably reading the blog of a complete stranger who eats a lot of cereal, and don't mind a non glossy-haired girl, let's have a drink sometime.