I have a confession to make, whilst I want to encourage you to allow your mug to be captured on celluloid, I’m slightly guilty of Madge’s Papa Don’t Preach, in that my first reaction the moment someone requests a photo is to become a hive of industry. I’m not suggesting you rush out and buy... Continue Reading →
The Hunt For Red October
I’m not going to lie to you, I was a late starter to the world of self-maintenance. That’s not to say I’m averse to hygiene, more I was naïve in keeping up with the times. While my sister conspiratorially discussed VPL with her college friends (which to me sounded nasty and possibly warranted a prescription... Continue Reading →
Let’s just imagine that in some parallel universe my devoted catholic virginal bride mother had a bonk with Hugh Jackman (because let’s face it – who wouldn’t?!). This quantum leap union of souls giving credence to my growing suspicion that I am actually the secret love child of Wolverine. I can back it up people... Continue Reading →
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