I should wrote something really - I've been quiet for the last month non? But it's been quite an odd time. I was felled by a weird virus for a start - and I NEVER get ill. I even missed a day of work - the second in a year and a half. But I honestly couldn't stand up for more than two minutes and it was nothing to do with the barbeque in Queens ( Read more... )

(I'm still blogging... but you have to be 'friended' to me to read it)

I went to the dentist this morning, first thing, as an unpleasant lump appeared above my gumline yesterday and spouted fourth an alluring combination of blood and pus. And once you have something like that in your mush you can't help but fiddle with it all the day long. Well I can't anyway. I made the schoolboy error of typing 'bleeding lump gum' ( Read more... )

People have told me in the past that I shouldn't blog when I am 'sweet on someone', implying that I lose my edge in some way. I'd like to offer that as an excuse for lack of writing, but the truth is that I've been out an awful lot. And when I'm in I'm knackered, mainly as a consequence of the former. There's nothing quite like that delerious early ( Read more... )

So it's almost February and the month has been a busy one. The awful tedious work-shit-that-I-am-not-allowed-to-talk-about is almost at an end and life will be immeasurably better for it. Although I fear the fall-out will be tough on all of us. I will tell all once it's done and dusted, hopefully in my favour. Publishing not the greatest place to ( Read more... )

I've been thinking about my body image a lot today. Shedding a few pounds has meant a rash of people describing me as 'skinny' which I am finding odd. A colleague yesterday even claimed there was 'nothing of me' during a conversation about her desperation to lose weight (she is in truth quite overweight). I technically haven't been skinny since pre ( Read more... )

Put up proper blind in kitchen
Go on dates with nice men
Don't get hair cut by boss eyed Russian hookers any more
Lose more weight
Read more books and less magazine trash
Do not suffer fools. Not a one

Tonight at midnight I'll be a year older, on the dancefloor at Horse Meat disco surrounded by my best gays and girls. I will be wearing a silver satin batwing sleeved mini dress that cost £3 in an H&M sale and 6 inch high white gladiator sandals. I will probably be quite drunk. Dignified behaviour for a newly 38 year old? Possibly not. Hurrah!

What is it with me attracting 'foot fans'? I'm not sure if I blogged it but some of you will reall the sordid ebay debacle of the man pretending to be his brother and turning up at my old flat to pay large sums of cash for my worn out old work shoes. In a fit of boredom I looked at my My Space profile and found the following message from some fey ( Read more... )

I'm having a very fine week off. I could very much get used to a dizzying schedule of lie-ins, lunches and late nights. I just went and met the Earl for a quick lunch at an out of the way burger place called Cheeky Pete's just behind his flat on Petticoat Lane that used to be a tapas bar. Neither of us had very high expectations but the food was ( Read more... )