I like to sleep. This is a valid reason. I like to sleep a lot. And lie in at the weekend. And go out until the wee small hours with no military operation and added expense of organising sitters/overnight carers/surrogate mothers (or fathers. No sexism here). I like siestas when I’ve got a couple of hours […]
2017 was the year I had a relationship. And then I did not have a relationship. The End. Only joking! Lots of other stuff happened. Maybe not quite as important, but you know, you gotta be accommodating with these things. So let’s *begin the begin (as the late great Julio Iglesias once sang) – Is […]
BOOM! Copenhagen booked for March…… largely in part to escape from the fact that I will have just become five years away from the big 5 – 0. Freakin’ out, freakin‘ out, freakin‘ out….. (I foresee this is the way it will be every five years from now until, well, until infinity.) But also to […]
You might have guessed, it might be apparent, that I am dabbling once again, with the dating scene….. then again, maybe not. It will also probably come as no surprise to you when I say, I felt the need to republish my “How to be a nice sh*thead, Part II“, this week. I’m always surprised, that I’m still […]
Well. It’s not been the best one has it? I spent hours yesterday, writing a post here, that will never see the light of day. I decided today, that I did not want to dedícate any space, to the heinous few responsible for the chaos in France over the last few days. Instead to the huge […]
I would be in a perpetual cycle of bankruptcy (round about this time every year), and recovery (the rest of the year, until Christmas again), until they left home. Or I died of poordom. Whichever happened to come first. My money’s on the latter. But more likely, is that I would buckle under the pressure, […]
Originally posted on The Secret Diary of Anne Pank:
I’d play a game of ‘Let’s see who can stay quiet, the longest’. Russell, sweetheart, it’s time to stop talking. One must know how to recognise that moment when it comes, and accept it. And more than that, one must know one’s limits. And you have…
Relevant after tonight’s frivolities, I’d say. I was Russell Brand’s aunt.
the people who don’t believe you when you say, “Yeah, I’m good thanks!” Because, that just ain’t (right) possible. I can’t remember exactly why I was talking about it recently, when I explained that I hadn’t had a date, since ‘Hot Frenchie February’, but my companion’s complete 1) disbelief, and 2) incredulity, then 3) pity, was palpable. […]
They could grow up to be Kim Kardashian and/or Kanye West. There are no guarantees people. No. Guarantees.