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.
SCREAM I used to go to Beltane every year; I don't know why. It was always disappointing and I could never find somwhere to urinate discreetly. I used to almost kill myself falling over a rock/ discarded twig deity. Halcyon days.
Dig the wig, Mingey-poo, but the eye make-up has got to go.
ReplyDeleteBut I like Ian's short, spiky blonde look.
Hello!
ReplyDeleteI'm back again, after some problems with my PC.
Well, I'd like to tell you there's a new research in my blog to commemorate my return.
Hugs!
hehe ... the wig is funny ;)
ReplyDeleteinteresting photo ;)
love,
sylvie
yes, little-sylvie-girl ;)
I fly in and out of your blog :)
SCREAM I used to go to Beltane every year; I don't know why. It was always disappointing and I could never find somwhere to urinate discreetly. I used to almost kill myself falling over a rock/ discarded twig deity. Halcyon days.
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