OR: Sometimes life’s just like that. Well, I’ll be damned. In a little over 2 months, together we have started to grow a small, but perfectly formed, worldwide PANKy community of almost 250 followers and over 3200 page views. Which quite honestly, has taken me a bit by surprise, firstly. And secondly, has made this 40 something 39 […]
OR: Wimmin, as I like to say. So, our baps ROCK! This we’ve already established, and also that they are on a similar scale to nuclear weapons, but in a really good way, and because of this have the potential to save the world. But is that really so impressive? So tell me really, what else is so bloody great […]
to think about what it means to you to be a woman. Tomorrow* is International Women’s Day, (and yes, menfolk, we’re sorry we’ve got a special day, but only a little bit), and I want you to think about why you love being a woman. 1) What part of this feminine journey means the most to you? […]
6.30am alarm? NnnnnnnNnnNNNNNoooooOooOOOOOOOOOOO! That is all.
Remember you too were young once. I’m more than certain I was the most annoying, chattering, giggling nuisance once the hormones kicked in at thirteen. Employing patience and nostalgia on the metro.
It’s where I sweat profusely because I’m working my t*tties off to try and stay in some kind of aceptable human shape and improve my stamina, so I don’t die walking up the stairs when the lift is out of order in my building. (Which actually happened after I got back from Christmas). It’s a biological FACT, […]
I’m pretty (almost certain) sure it’s not acceptable to say, “You’re OK big fella, fancy a tumble?” even if it is just for sh*ts and giggles…….
with Amore on the front, flat boots, my reading glasses, just mascara and sick hair. A cardinal sin for a Brit. To put it in perspective, it usually takes me three days, four hours and a few minutes to prepare for a night out with notice. That’s lady maintenence, toe-nails, fingernails, home spray tan buffing […]
OR: I’ve got a bit of a head cold. My head more or less exploded into a cloud of sn*t and tears yesterday, between leaving my front door and arriving at work, (approximately twenty five minutes including an emergency visit to the pharmacy en-route). I don’t know why, but I seem to get colds in […]
Hurrah – the magic is back, boo – impending birthday. Hurrah – the magic is back, boo – impending birthday. Hurrah – the magic is back, boo – impending birthday. Hurrah – the magic is back, boo – impending birthday. My ability to do brain magic again, slightly outweighs the stress of each approaching birthday […]
The Secret Diary of Anne Pank 