Because I am Lady Jesus and just look at what happened the first time I was around, walking the Earth and doing goodness to and for all. Anyone connected to me was doubted, chased, persecuted, whipped, killed etc. etc. I could go on….. terrible times. I feel really bad about it. Now, knowing what it’s like to […]
I would be the worst kind of embarrassing parent. You see, I sometimes have to fight an overwhelming urge to lick beautiful arms attached to male humans. I’m sure you all know what I’m talking about. No? Just me then. I’ve only actually done it on two occasions. Both involved a cocktail, a dare and […]
Aaahhh, remember the Dolly Parton Challenge 160 years ago? That was fun. I posted —>>>> on the 1st January on Instagram and, as they say over on the Twitter, ‘this aged well’. It was the year I bought a beautiful pair of Mary Janes that will never see the light of day now that my […]
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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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 Last Great Adventure 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-one, 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 […]
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.
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. […]
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