I’m scared to make a list of my positives as other people might not value my ability to macrame or accurately spot clouds that look like rare vegetables. Continue reading silver lining
I am annoyed by the recovery definition of insanity… which goes along the lines of ‘insanity is doing the same thing and expecting different results’. No people. Insanity is thinking you are the King of Bahrain or a flying gem squash. Insanity is stepping into traffic and casting a spell to stop a fully loaded London bus on Oxford street. Otherwise the line would be, “I date, therefore I am insane”. Continue reading more dating
My expectations, like my appendix, should be surgically removed. They lie dormant, and then one day just explode in a shower of Sheila, leaving you writhing and frothing like a slug in salt. All of which is terribly inconvenient on a blind date. Continue reading damn those expectations….
I was comparing notes on dating with one of my other personalities, and I realised how much I had changed. When I was young (and i will use the Star Wars metaphor here) I wanted Princess Leia, would have settled for Han Solo, and ended up with Chewbacca. Now I want a Wookie, would settle on going solo, but end up with a princess. And I thought the force was strong with me? Continue reading #StarWars – a true story