I yawn and stretch, having hit repeat on Erasure’s ‘Stop‘, trying to fight the dizzying fog at the corners of my mind, which threatens to roll in and swamp it again. My un-drunk cup of rooibos sits almost-cool, and with the teabag still in, it’s sweet and heavily scented when I take a sip, swirling…
Tomorrow at SisterWives, the identity of everyone’s favourite Dilettante, Helena Hann-Basquiat, will be revealed to all the world. Prepare to be stunned, but come here, and listen to my story first.
I confess, I had to Google it – I’ve never heard of a cookie exchange before, and even though it seems *so* simple, I was wary of being caught out by a non-X-Pondable* Americanism** (yes, Noah Webster, you’ll be proud to know I hold you fully accountable for the ridiculousness – you’re welcome). Anyway. Turns…
There is such a variety of images to pick from to describe the beauty and splendour of the manner in which something enormous and amazing can come from something tiny: butterfly from caterpillar; oak from acorn; mountain from molehill (wait, no, not that!). A number of months ago, such a thing occurred between a group…
I sat with my legs straight out in front of me, arms crossed lightly over my chest, looking into space, and with careful nonchalance, asked her “So… I don’t suppose you were able to understand from that report what exactly it is I’ve got?” “Oh”, she replied “you want a label?” Fuck! Busted WIDE OPEN!…
No need for speed this week, my lovelies. I’m going to try to stretch myself for you (and it really will be a stretch – I’ve suddenly come over absolutely bone tired, and in spite of having eaten a large dinner, I want something to ‘sweeten the mouth’, and may need to resort to sugar…
Today, lovelies, I’m not here. I mean, I *am* here, but not…because I’ve written a piece which introduces me to the wonderful crowd who are starting to show interest in The SisterWives project. The reason for the project’s existence is thoroughly good and I’m thrilled to be part of its inception and forward movement, but…
This is one of those something-and-nothing posts, which probably takes a lot of words, wended in and out of the neural pathways of your brain, and left propped up against the driftwood edges of your mind, to say a great deal of very little importance. Except it doesn’t, because regardless of the weft of the…
I’m sure this isn’t a revelation to many of you, but you can be in bondage to all kinds of things. Sometimes this is funner than others. In the case of today’s stories, it’s the not-fun kind (sorry). It’s the immensely hard, stuck-in-this-place-and-it-hurts kind. The desperate, agonising kind which eventually wears you down beyond the…
The Blogosphere moves in mysterious ways, and there was something about the meeting of this particular collection of individuals which screamed ‘destiny’. Allow me to introduce The SisterWives:
