So last night I was just settling down to a Bleach and Polish Frenzy with Marigolds when there was a knock on the hatch. I popped my head out and there stood Woodman from Black Rose (sexy widebeam up the other end) offering us a brand new telly DVD combo machine.

As our DVD is on it's last cheap Taiwanese legs and pissed me off the other night by constantly freezing the more beautifully depraved moments of Factotum, I accepted with squeaks and wide eyes.

I love gifting. Especially when it happens to me. Me, me, me. Oh, and Turtle.

Now: Happy Friday everyone and as you look at the face of Frank Gallagher, great hero of our time, strengthen your resolutions to be more like him in every way and keep this close to your heart as you booze and chuff your way through the weekend. Over and Out.

Hmmm...looking at everyone's photos and smiling tearily is not a good use of office time. Or any time at all for that matter.

However, a long and informative chat with my Sargeant last night left me so happy I was unable to sleep and lay there in the dark smiling and occasionally pinching Turtle out of spite. (We have no electric at the moment due to boating fiascos too tedious to go into right now - it's like camping, but in your own home!!)

Hearing about the family from Pepski was heartwarming and the envy I had expected did not rear it's ugly head. Happy Friday, I love you all. xxx

I am learning to speak Swan. Last night I had two of them jumping up and eating out of my hand - literally. It was lovely. Gonna be a Swan whisperer.

Turtle got scared and ran in the boat. Ha!

Saw (ie drooled over) Alan Cumming as a transvestite, gold-kilted Dionysus in a fantastic production of the Bacchae last night. He was just about the hottest thing I have seen on stage or screen for a long, long time. *sigh*

Left the theatre wishing I was a Maenad, I reckon I would have been pretty good at it.


On a slightly less wild note, it's our wedding anniversary today. We are still so happy, it's remarkable. As a child of the eighties, I didn't dare expect marriage to be so wonderful but my ingrained pessimism is slowly but surely being worn away.


The great thing about this marriage is it is cosy and comfortable but it also incorporates elements of wild booze soaked Bacchan frenzy (Lucy's wedding reception & Reading being prime examples) and I am therefore able to satisfy both my Maenad* and Missus personas. Hoorah! Many Happy Returns to us! ;)




* I would just like to point out that I would not actually rip anyone to shreds or shag a snake.

Two posts in one day...a rare occurence indeed! However, I feel compelled to, as have just seen next year's theme on the BM website:

"The American Dream!" (Without flag worshipping or burning, you understand.)

WTF? I have recently watched a LOT of American Dad and find it almost impossible to respond to this theme with any gravity.

Clever bastards.

So I was just carrying 5 litres of Red Oxide primer, 10 litres of Ocean Deep gloss and 2 simulated mohair rollers through Soho, whimpering as I did so, and narrowly avoiding taking the heads off chinese toddlers (it was fucking well heavy) when my 1950s repro circle skirt blew over my head exposing my pants.

As my hands were otherwise engaged carrying 5 litres of Red Oxide primer and 10 litres of Ocean Deep gloss, I was unable to save my dignity. Whoever thought that living on a boat could be glamorous and practical was an imbecile and a buffoon.

Oh, that was me.

This past week has seen me twitchy, irritable to the point of frequent explosion, gloomy and murderous with that all too familiar doom pit in my stomach. Turtle and I have argued more than ever before – mainly my fault of course. On top of which I have been sleeping deeply at 10.30pm every night and have had no energy to do anything at all after work.

Yup, missing Burning Man was as bad as expected – no, worse. I didn’t expect it to manifest physically. On top of my new super dooper high powered job it was more than I could cope with.

Let the countdown begin!