Thursday, August 05, 2010

Celebrity Ponderings…


Turns out that even when you call your children a version of biblical fruit salad and marry a songwriter of extraordinarily miserable songs you are still able to write thought-provoking and beautifully articulate articles.

When I watched Sliding Doors all those years ago and lusted after her immaculately fresh and funky blonde crop, I did not envisage leaking silent tears to her collated descriptions of befuddled heads and hormonal months of hell.

Thanks, Gwyn. I feel like we’ve met.

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