Dear diary, OK, enough already. For the love of whichever deity you believe in, will whoever is peeing Mother Nature off please buy her some flowers, take her for dinner and tell her her ass looks fine in her frock. ANYTHING to calm her the flip down. Honestly, the other week it was storm Hufty […]
Dear diary, For a while this past week, I had been concerned that I was not going to be able to get this diary to you as it’s rather hard to dictate with a snorkel in your snoozle, which at one point I was busy fashioning al la Bear Growls, made from bambo shoots and […]
Dear diary, Once again, my apologies for my lack of missive last week, but yet again my mother was sunning herself in some place called Santa-has-a-greenie which a) sounds horrible and b) meant I couldn’t entertain you all with my wit and wisdom as she won’t let me have my own laptop and is too […]
Dear Diary I have had a week of having to listen to Barbie Boy whinge about how tired he is after his amazing week at Pony Club camp whilst being allowed to do the full sum of sweet FA for the past seven days. Conveniently he had managed to lose a shoe on the very […]