The World is a sad, broken place. Where there are countries/organisations that consider freedom, democracy and joy a ‘sin’. Where there are people who rule those countries/organisations with a rod of iron. Where the concept of basic human rights are squashed flat and quite literally beaten out of those who seek it. Where there is huge […]
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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.
I wouldn’t want my kids to see me as anything other than the able, independent, silly-arse goon I am now and have been forever. I would never want to break their hearts. And I would. Eventually.
My Dad, the ‘character’, has had a bad year. Well, more than just one to be honest, but this one in particular. He’s seventy-two, so of course, things are beginning to break down and not work properly. Not a huge surprise, some might say, for a man who smoked from the age of fourteen, until his […]
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.
**Explaining the intricacies of boy parts, and girl parts to little girls and little boys is a veritable MINEFIELD. Case in point, the explosive response to a few short lines in Lena Dunham’s book, Not That Kind of Girl. I’ve occasionally wondered how it’s possible to explain to the little people these mysterious, curious things, […]
I beg to differ De La Soul……From now on, four is my lucky number! Where’s my lotto slip? I couldn’t have even begun to imagine such a wonderful response when I started scribbling nonsense on the 2nd January. I’m just a woman without children who says, ‘it’s ok to not have children!’ That’s all, ya […]