Scroobious Scrivenings

Infrequent and highly variable brain farts available here.

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Hello! And goodbye...

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...or at least, may I direct your attention please to my new/current blog . It is time, I think, to make this one's defunct status offic...
Saturday, October 31, 2009

It's the baby hormones, they make a person sensitive

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I just want to know: has the entire internet been taken over by ads for "1 Rule to a Flat Stomach", or just my corner of it? Srsly...
Wednesday, October 28, 2009

The toast was apparently a really important part of the advice-giving process

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My subconscious appears to be developing a new level of maturity... or something. You know those dreams where you're about to sit exams ...
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Thursday, October 15, 2009

Covet!

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Tactical corsets! (I know, I know. This is what Twitter is for. Bah humbug.)
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Sunday, September 13, 2009

Shears? Really?

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Garden shears aren't exactly the first thing that springs to mind in association with Priapus. (A sickle is probably the second thing.)
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Thursday, September 10, 2009

Thwarted ambition

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This potato couldn't decide whether it wanted to be a duck, or a Henry Moore sculpture... but it ended up just a potato. Still, so far i...
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In which It Has Gone Too Far

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Sunday, August 30, 2009

The Daniel Craig version, weirdly enough

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Last night I dreamt James Bond was my boyfriend. But then he got demoted from a special agent to a customs agent, which just wasn't as s...
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