The daily adventures of a fabulous poof in an emotional jungle. Watch as imagination, fact and fiction blur into an insane life dependent on outrageousness and an occasional venomous jibe.
What's a "lariat"... and weren't you taking a few weeks off blogging to concentrate on actual work, Brian (not that I mind, I'm going to miss your posts if you do)
And yes, Brett, you're correct.... a landmark that looked over the world and will be very sadly missed. I was fortunate enough to go up there twice, 1997 and 2001.
GASP! WHERE did you get that pic? OMG!!!!
ReplyDeleteYou sent it to me you dizzy bint.
ReplyDeleteI don't have it on MY computer... must've sent it years ago! Do you hoard pictures of friends, waiting for that perfect moment to use them?
ReplyDeleteI'm like a squirrel, hoarding things away in my wee hole!
ReplyDeleteI never throw anything out.
I've always wanted to see Alan in a tiara and lariat.
ReplyDeleteThe wait will soon be over!
ReplyDeleteOne question though, what happens to the handbag?
What's a "lariat"... and weren't you taking a few weeks off blogging to concentrate on actual work, Brian (not that I mind, I'm going to miss your posts if you do)
ReplyDeleteWow, what a looker!
ReplyDeleteSadly, standing on a location that no longer exists.
No-one can understand why Alan's single.
ReplyDeleteI'm single because I'm doing humanity a favour. Nobody wants me and that's the way I like it!
ReplyDeleteAnd yes, Brett, you're correct.... a landmark that looked over the world and will be very sadly missed. I was fortunate enough to go up there twice, 1997 and 2001.
ReplyDeleteI don't believe that for a second.
ReplyDeleteyou don't believe I've had it up me twice?
ReplyDeleteI mean, been up it twice?
ReplyDeleteDirty!
ReplyDeleteNo, I don't believe no-one wants you.
Btw - I'm like Persil and I believe dirt is good.