At one point, this blog became little more than an exasperated weather report. You’ll no doubt have noticed that I’ve since made a conscious effort to step away from the weather. But today I’m sure you will forgive me when I say these two small things (small in form, maybe, but ominous in their meaning): [...]
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and you just looked at me like i was out my tree
Yesterday, a super-smiley, super-camp man from Toni and Guy approached me in Marks and Spencers food hall. He asked if I wanted to model for him and get a free hair cut. I kindly declined. He then proceeded to tell me my hair looked really nice, which was very kind of him, but sort of [...]
don’t search for me in fields of green
I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for a bit of light relief on the weather front. Given that I find it completely impossible to create any semblance of elegance in that dreaded combination of wind and rain (whilst still being really bloody cold), something a little bit mild and a little bit dry [...]
