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Monday, 16 November 2009

Oh Crap! I'm Not An 80-Year-Old Woman!

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What is worse than realising you are an 80-year-old woman? Realising that you are not, and will never be, an 80-year-old woman. For the last...
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Wednesday, 11 November 2009

Lest We Forget

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Without fail The Last Post makes me tear up every time I hear it played. Something about those notes, heard since earliest childhood, touch...
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Saturday, 31 October 2009

A Word From Our Sponsor VIII

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Have been mugged by that god damn trouble making wall yet again. May be time to hire some body guards. My own personal Grizz and Dotcom, t...
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Monday, 26 October 2009

Farewell To The Brandy Hag

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The Brandy Hag is leaving today. Her bags are packed and her tickets purchased. Her time is up. She is a relic of another age. The taxi ...
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Tuesday, 20 October 2009

Fat Bottom Girl's You Make The Rockin' World Go Round.

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Oh Miss Muffin Top, my new and expanding friend. I don't quite remember when you arrived on the scene but it is clear that you are goin...
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This Just Made Me Laugh

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Sometimes you just come across something that makes you laugh. It may be completely juvenile, but it just appeals to my fogged brain today....
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Friday, 16 October 2009

Damn That Wall Packs A Punch!

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Today is a bad day. Actually it's the continuation of yesterdays bad afternoon and evening. I'm siting here looking at my computer...
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Wednesday, 14 October 2009

A Word From Our Sponsor VII

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Ding Dong the witch is dead The wicked witch The wicked witch Ding Dong the wicked witch is dead It's over! Woo Hoo! No more Mestinon ...
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Sunday, 11 October 2009

Thank's, But No Thanks, Shirley McClain. Reincarnation Sucks: My New Life As A Lab Rat.

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Once upon a time I was a real girl, happily bumbling along through life. But somewhere between a chai latte and glass of savignon blanc I a...
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Wednesday, 7 October 2009

Ode To Joy, aka My Furry Babies.

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Ok this isn't actually an ode. There is no lyrical verse. No strophe. No antistrophe. No epode. With my brain that would be way to m...
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