…. a bit of a party. So, as I pack for green and pleasant lands, I can reflect on the year that was, and look forward to the year that will be. With, I have to say, a little twinge of excitement. Keep it on the down low, I think it’s going to be a good […]
you wouldn’t believe it, but this crazed dog, chasing a chicken (a CHICKEN, weird I know, where the hell did a chicken come from in the middle of Barcelona), crashed through the middle of the dance, knocking over several people in the middle of a passionate tango and one woman fell backwards into some drapes […]
First serious post. Feels weird. It’s never a nice thing to see someone you care about so sad and so repentant and unable to fix the pain in their heart. I know I know, it was great getting gifts and joking about when the boredom would set in, yada yada yada. And this was all, […]
that I may have met the male equivalent of myself! So then does that mean that I’m a complete narcissist to find him so irresistibly attractive? I can talk a LOT. I can talk a lot of sh*t. (You may have noticed). Also, I say things often, mostly to amuse and entertain myself. (I’m very […]
OR: When I politely declined the offer of a bed for the night and went home……. Male – check Own teeth (all visible, not brown) – check Hair – check Sexy accent – check and check again! Handsome – check Funny with a capital ‘F’ for Funny AND French – check Second date in Paris? […]
Finally, finally getting to meet the other Frenchie (this one hot, S if you read this, I had to say it!) My friends have been trying to orchestrate this for months!!! We’ve been chatting a bit and we’ve both been bigged-up big time by our mutual friends. Can you imagine, if finally, it’s a massive […]
that on the six(teen)th hour of the sixth day of the sixth month (after the break up) the ex, who we will refer to here as TT -Twinkle Toes/Temper Tantrum/Silly T*t – artistic license – hath finally seen the error of his fool-hardy ways. They being unceremoniously dumping me by email in July of last […]
Men have a propensity to lie (sometimes this is misguided niceness and preferential to ‘hurting’ someone with the truth, but most of the time it is not). If you eat all the tortilla, chorizo, fuet, cheese, millionaire’s shortbread and pan con tomate you put on weight. If you drink too much you get drunk (and […]
I’m pretty sure there’s a very good reason I don’t have kids. Deep down my witchy senses tell me that the Universe had a large hand in saving some poor, unsuspecting little mites the pitying glances of other, more responsible and deserving adults, as mummy left them tethered outside the supermarket where the doggies should […]
The Secret Diary of Anne Pank 