So Hugh Grant has some New Year's resolutions.
Good for him.
I'd like to get married and have kids this year too. Actually no, I wouldn't, I don't think. I am planning a month in NYC and the Hamptons for my 40th birthday in 2011, so I'm thinking I'd like to have kids in 2012.
And life is just going to fall in with that plan, because it always does, right?
I can hear your derisive snorts of laughter from here.
Knowing my luck I'll meet Mr Right sometime around November/December this year and by June 2011 will be waddling around like a whale, making it impossible to get on a plane, let alone find a pair Manolos which fit my swollen feet.
Somehow I don't think Hugh will have the same problems. Everything will probably go exactly to plan for him. After all I'm sure his website has been inundated with messages from women who are more than willing to sign an iron-clad pre-nup and become Mrs G.
I'm not one of them, more's the pity. I'm sure he's ever such a nice chap and lives in a lovely house and would be a good dad, but he's just not my cup of tea. Too toothy.
But I wish him the best of luck with his resolutions.