Monday, 9 March 2009

Once more with feeling


I am starting a new diet, vitamin b12 and green powdered stuff shakes from Wholefoods. Solid food is just a trigger for me, once I start I just can't stop.

Friday, 27 February 2009

The best is yet to come


I think I have hit early menopause, either that or I forgot to turn off my electric blanket. Excitingly Fay Weldon said that she wrote all her best books on HRT.

Wednesday, 18 February 2009

Pissing on the great big lamp post in the sky


I am moved to acknowledge the sad passing of Mickey Rourkes long time life partner Loki
I wonder who he will take to the Oscars now.

Sunday, 15 February 2009

Falling in love again


I have a new love and he is Mcnulty of the The Wire - I just watched 12 episodes in one day and my only thought is how to get my sticky mitts on more! The only sex scene was really lame though - he just huff and puffed on top of a rather plain red head - hopefully he will get his kit off and his freak on in series 2.

Thursday, 12 February 2009

Tuesday, 10 February 2009

A new dawn

Eclipse of the moon last night, had bizarre dream where this tattooed guy was getting me to put Botox pessaries up his ass and the whole time I was thinking ‘this is wrong Botox doesn’t work that way!’ Anyway the Guru told me that the full moon heralds a change in fortune for all good people – that the 8 years (and the rest) of suffering is over. I am listening to the Saraswati Mantra to ‘bring it on’. I asked my friend Richard if he thought that god had us down as ‘good people’ and he said probably as even the cops cleanse your criminal record after 7 years.

Monday, 9 February 2009

The flowers of romance


St Valentines day on Saturday, the day to band-aid your stale relationships with heart shaped chocolates and cheap South African roses or risk loosing them all together. The day that god put aside for lovers......A sobering alternative theory suggests that the holiday originates from the story of Saint Valentine, who upon rejection by his mistress was so heartbroken that he took a knife to his chest and sent her his still-beating heart as a token of his undying love for her. Hence, heart-shaped cards are now sent as a tribute to his overwhelming passion and suffering. (Way to go Val!) How he made it to the post office to mail his heart is hard to figure.