Have had a couple of high old times of late bridged by extended periods of sobriety and early nights - a nice way of saying I have become the worst kind of binge drinker ( Read more... )

I have truly run the gamut of emotions today. Saturday did not start well when I went to the dry cleaners to pick up my favourite vintage dress (source unknown, the £2.50 boot sale one) which was in the tailoring hospital having a new zip fitted after it burst wide open on the dance floor at a masked ball last year. They obviously didn't have a zip ( Read more... )

I could tell how drunk I was on Saturday when I woke up and realised I had set all the clocks in the flat at wildly differing times. At least the thought had been there. There was also a packet of white maltesers on the kitchen counter and I don't even like them. But more of that later ( Read more... )

Good news! I am apparently more desirable than 81% of 24,649,515 people. What can I say, I'm thrilled.

I really try and be good through the week and rarely hit the booze unless there is some exceptional reason, but the last few days have seen me behaving somewhat tipsily ( Read more... )

Never been good at the 'just a couple of drinks thing'. Mindful of the mega Saturday night out ahead I was full of good intentions about going straight home from work and flicking a duster round the old gaff in preparation for M arriving. But then S emailed to say she had a couple of hours to kill before seeing her new fella and did I fancy a ( Read more... )

I enjoyed a rare Friday night in this week which meant I was fresh faced and raring to go on Saturday. I had to wait in for a Pole to come and fix my shower screen, who sadly had none of the allure of my last one. Then it was off round the shops, where I picked up a fabulous curvy edged Modernist low table on big casters for a mere £15. I was ( Read more... )

I am largely indifferent to Valentine's Day - and in return it is largely indifferent to me. I haven't been out with many men who are fond of the grand gesture but when I have it has not been around mid February. I don't begrudge all those girls their bouquets and silly balloons - in fact my colleague's spendy roses helped me make up my mind what ( Read more... )

So the South London dj exravaganza was quite an odd one. I got roundly ignored by a gurning Eastern European bar maid who just kept drawling 'Ah don't know' at my every request (the catridges for the Technics, a nice vodka and tonic etc); I had the landlord of the pub demand to look through my 'box' and then pronounce me an eighties soul queen - ( Read more... )

On the tube home I was shoved up against a woman with one of those funny eighties twisty ponytails that necessitated a weird plastic loop thing. I recall the lengthy infomercials that used to accompany them as if they were some amazing life changing invention, of the same era when every car had a 'travel sickess strip thing' hanging off the back. I ( Read more... )