Lydia the tatooed lady

I have great friends.  No really.  Seriously shit hot, right there where you need ’em, without even knowing it friends.  I am one lucky camper.  In the friends department.

One, who is blonde and from Essex in England (google Essex Girls, nudge nudge wink wink), is about as mental as me.  But with stranger family members.  We worked together years ago, and liked to play practical jokes on one another.  You know, the old drawing pin on your office chair type stuff.  She and I would talk in strange accents for hours.  And would often sing random songs.  Loudly. With actions.  Like Copacabana.  And Lydia the Tattoed Lady.  Critical hits, you’ll agree.   In fact, she once phoned my office voicemail at 2 o’clock in the morning and played the entire of Lydia, off LP (yes, vinyl) down the phone.

The point of the ramble?  Yesterday, for absolutely no reason at all,  she emailed me this….

And in the midst of my miserble day, I was smiling.

Thanks J.

9 thoughts on “Lydia the tatooed lady

  1. daisyfae says:

    and in the middle of a motherhumping slog of a week? i’ve got a grin as well…

  2. lamourdemere says:

    and in the middle of a mammoth battle with my refusing-to-sleep toddler, I was smiling.

    • Dolce says:

      I shall come and sing him to sleep. Although I fear, with a rousing rendition of Lydia, we might have even more trouble.

  3. DelBoy says:


    Had me smiling on a Friday afternoon… or was that the thought of HELLOOOOO WEEKEND!

  4. Flutter says:

    Hahaha… I clicked on this at the office and forgot my pc volume was on HIGH! Everyone cracked up laughing! Lurve Miss Piggy!

    • Dolce says:

      My nickname as a child was Ms Piggie, not least because I watched the muppet movie on an endless loop for about a gazzillion years. I LUUUUUUUUURVE that pig. She was my first feminist idol!

  5. Pete says:

    Very cool Dolce! Will have to email to my friend Lydia.

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