Last night I went to a wildlife sanctuary with two separate strands of family and saw bettongs, quolls and a koala, fed kangaroos (and, I discovered this morning, lots of mosquitos) and wore a snake. Then we all went out for dinner and local wine for local people, which came from a winery we'd visited the day before. It was all very lovely.

Today, I ( Read more... )

Hallo flist. I am in Australia. It is very nice.

And obviously, I will be staying out here and not coming home until Boris isn't in charge of the whole freakin' city any more.

*wishes you well with all of your lives for the next FOUR YEARS omg*

A drive-by post, mostly about books:

Item one: I have been given a terrifying self-help manual to review for the March issue of my magazine. The husband-and-wife team on the front cover look like they’re exhorting the reader to join a particularly terrifying cult - one that starts with promises of Joy and Rapture and ends with the bad Kool-Aid. Also ( Read more... )

Crikey! Boris for Mayor. For real.

I am personally hoping we can expect a lot more of this sort of thing.

For the win, Boris. For the win :)

I know, I know. I don't post for ages, and then when I do, I want something. Bloody typical.

But please check out this fund-raising page anyway, and think about sponsoring me to do the Moonwalk this Saturday night. It's a full 26-mile marathon around London to raise money for breast cancer care. And I'll be walking it in my bra (and what the BBC ( Read more... )

It snowed heavily outside my window this afternoon, which I consider to be very suspicious behaviour for March. The reason I know this is because I was tucked up in bed, partly because my womb was being evil again but mostly because the component on my boiler has rusted right through, and I needed to be there to let the plumber in. Apparently, I ( Read more... )

I haven’t posted for three months, so let’s face it, any plans I might have to take on Post Every Day Week are probably doomed from the start. But I follow where
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I've spent the morning ringing psychiatrists, academics and press agents demanding an informed opinion from somebody about why there's a rising trend for women to dye, completely remove, stick crystals to or otherwise transform their pubic hair and why some men seem to expect it all of a sudden. Good times, and no awkward telephone conversations at ( Read more... )

There's a certain nobility in being copiously sick at nine o'clock the day after the office Christmas party. Done properly, and as a rare occurrence, it shows commitment to the cause. Of course, that doesn't really apply when it happens at nine in the evening and you've stayed on because there's some emergency subbing that needs to be done. And it' ( Read more... )

So next week on Jonathan Ross, we have both the Boosh and the Barrowman?

I think my icon says it best. *g*