I KNEW IT!

"You would never know it from the way he plays Quidditch, but Harry Potter star Daniel Radcliffe has revealed he suffers from dyspraxia – often associated with clumsiness.

The condition means the 19-year-old still has trouble tying his shoelaces.

It can affect any or all areas of development, including intellectual, physical and language, and can impair a person’s normal process of learning.

In adults, it can affect a person’s ability to perform in stressful or challenging situations and make tasks such as driving difficult.

‘I was having a hard time at school in terms of being c**p at everything, with no discernible talent,’ he says."

No discernible talent? Well, they're his words, not mine. I'm sure everybody who watched the crying scene in Prisoner of Azkaban wouldn't like to disagree with you there, Dan.


And in other news, Warner Brothers are cold heartless bastards and they can writhe in terrific agony in hell for the rest of time as far as I'm concerned.

"The picture is completely, absolutely, 100 percent on schedule, on time. There were no delays. I've seen the movie. It is fabulous. We would have been perfectly able to have it out in November."

And that, friends, makes me sick to my stomach. Because they chose not to, just so that they could maximise the earning potential of the film.


[Disclaimer: Dan Radcliffe still does a better job at Harry than I could probably do. I know I'm harsh, it's just my style of humour. Take what I say with a pinch of salt.]


So, I'm off now to go run on the treadmill until I collapse into a heap. I'm forcing myself to enjoy running again, and there's no better way to do that than run until you want to stab yourself to make your lungs stop hurting. I'm okay with the running; it's the stopping that I hate, because that's when I can no longer breathe.