Monthly Archives: September 2008

I’m not the greatest sleeping partner.


And the hubby can vouch for that. In triplicate. Signed and attested by any notary of your choosing. I guess he probably wishes he’d asked for a trial run before buying the goods so he could return them and get … Continue reading

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Tattoo mania all around


Bumped into a friend the other day at Shoppers Stop, both of us rushing to bag the only vacant cash counter and almost collided, but collision averted at the nth minute as we recognised each other and converted the elbowing … Continue reading

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Close encounters of the yummy mummy kinds..


I had my self esteem taken by death lock grip and raised high, and then dashed to the ground in moves made popular by them wrestlers of the WWF variety over the weekend. For one, the day started promisingly in … Continue reading

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New objects of desire… going grey


Because I am fickle… and because I need to match desperately, in keeping with my bourgouise leanings towards matching matching, read, matching with the newly sprouted grey along the hairline, I find my eye keeps seeking out the greys in … Continue reading

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Late nights and early mornings


“There are no ugly women. Only lazy women.” Helena Rubenstein So I quoted to the husband when he’d asked me for the nth time whether I was quite done with creaming my face and my hands and my legs and … Continue reading

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Of gossip and brain workouts


Read recently that Salman Rushdie’s mother was a first rate gossip and it was her gossiping which led him to develop his skills at story telling. I’m not insinuating anything here, but going by that precedent my son could in … Continue reading

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The new urban ghettos


Everyone expecting the usual laugh riot, please stop reading this right now and get your mitts on a PG Wodehouse. The rest of you, be ready for some very angry outpourings. Flashback. Circa 1992. A widow and her young daughter … Continue reading

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