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Cheers! (eye contact! eye contact!)

Aaah.  So when I told people I’d be travelling half way across the world to meet two women from the interwebs on the isle of Lesbos in Greece, I got some pretty strange responses.

At best, people politely asked me if that was wise.  At worst they hooted with laughter and asked me if I was mental.  The short answer is yes.  I am both wise* and mental.  And I also believe that even if you are a consummate psychopath, blogging for 3 years will reveal many parts of yourself, and the parts I’d seen of Nurse Myra and DaisyFae, I liked.  Even the raw, sad, mad and bad bits. In fact, some of those bits I liked the best.  Because they mirrored my sad, mad and bad bits.

So I booked.  And found myself on the other side of the world having adventures with the most amazing woman.  Strong, beautiful, generous, kind, caring women.  Wicked, delicious, crazy, fabulous women.  Women who are now not just my blogging buddies, but now also my friends.

We talked a lot.  But we also spent time in a comfortable silence.  And there was no tension or cattiness or awkwardness.  Which, to be honest, surprised me.  Chicks in close quarters can be scary.  But not us.  I think part of that was the kind of instant ‘I know you’ feeling we all had, one part from having read each other’s innermost thoughts for 3 years, and one part because of that ‘wise’ bit, gut instinct, recognition – we kinda just knew it was going to be good.  Better than good.  Fab!  And we came with no expectations and no judgement.

So in the spirit of the last two weeks, here are 10 unexpected things, happenings and discoveries, some of which made me laugh, some which made my eyes pop out of my head, all of which made me love these women.  9 are true.  1 is not.  Guess the right combo, and I’ll send you a present**.

  1. one of us crawled into bed with Daisy within the first couple of days
  2. one of us snores like a tractor
  3. one of us can make scary-good animal noises
  4. one of us one of kissed a Lesbos girl…and she liked it
  5. one of us pranced around the beach buck naked every day
  6. one of us was a lightweight, and was in bed by 9.30 almost every night
  7. one of us used hand gestures to illustrate the mechanics of female ejaculation in the shadow of the Parthenon, in front of the tourists
  8. one of us is a goat whisperer
  9. one of us is a ‘greek’ virgin
  10. one of us gets giggly-pissed on 2 drinks

Dais, Myra; thank you.  What an absolutely cracking holiday.  I can’t wait to do it again.

Now pass me the zucchini flowers, and let’s talk about peni.

*there are two things ye should know about Dolce…

**terms and conditions apply.  Like the present might not actually be real.  And stuff.

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Is the time, is the place, is the motion…

I’ve had a pretty rollercoaster year.  Work has been incredible.  My private life has been a fucking shambles.  The old black dog has been biting at my heels and it’s been really hard to find a lot of joy.  I’ve found myself punishing myself with a lot of really self destructive behaviour.  And let’s face it, that’s not going to get me off the couch and back into bounce mode.

Fortunately, I’m now old enough and ugly enough to know how to trick myself into feeling good again.  Exercise and adventure.  So I’m back at the gym, and the combo of a lot of free time and some extra loola, means that adventure is possible.

But what adventure?

Why a completely new one of course.  Those are the best kind.

New place.  Fab people.  I’ve decide to join the marvellous minx Nurse Myra and devilish diva DaisyFae for their annual summer jaunt.

Greece.  Warm sea, good food, hairy men and no doubt hilarious, disgusting and all round fabulous conversation.

Girls, I can’t thank you enough. I can feel joy sneaking back into the edges.  This is just what I need.

Now pass the Ouzo and let’s break some plates!

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Not a T-Shirt Friday

This whole “T-Shirt Friday” meme* of Nurse M’s stuffs me up a bit, coz I don’t wear T-shirts, on the whole.  which makes things a little challenging.  If you see what I mean.

So I thought; ‘what *do* I really, really like wearing?’ 

And this month, I thought “bubbles”.  My happiest state, if I’m truthful, is wearing as little as possible, and preferably under water.  LB thinks I might be a were-fish, or a murmering maid.  Or something.

So here you are.  My Bubble Bath (not really a T-shirt at all) Friday.


Cheating in the extreme, but then again, it is all hallows eve.  No rules, no foul.  *evil grin*

*last Friday of every month.  Blog a T-Shirt (or whatever, clearly) with a story. Link back to our lovely Nurse M.   Dais and Silverstar likely to play along.  Join in by all means.

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Addicted to (Bass) Nurse Myra

Nurse Myra is a seriously generous gal.  She sends presents to her acolytes for the smallest genuflections

This was my latest postal delight….”Sweet Distorted Holiday” by Josh Abrahams, featuring (to my great surprise and delight) one of my favourite songs. 

Thank you Nursie…how did you know I’m Totally “Addicted to Bass“??

I luuuuuuuurves it!

Whooooaaaaaah whoa ooooooh!

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T-Shirt Friday*: Remembering Hogmanay

*As always, in honour and at the request of our fiesty, sexy, fabulous Nurse M, aka Ma Baker.  She’s sure started somthing too….check out Dais and Silverstar

In Scotland, every new year, the folk of Edinburgh get together for a massive, ripsnortin’ piss up called Hogmanay.  Quite understandably, the backpackers of the world have rechristened it Snogmanay, largely because in the snow and wintery chill, snoggin’ yourself silly is often the only way to get warm.  The amount of booze you’ve imbibed has nothing to do with it, of course. 

I went to one once, a gazillion years ago.  And got given this T-shirt, which I fished out in honour of this T-shirt Friday:

(Apologies for the shite production values – sleepy stumblings at 7am do not good photos make).

Needless to say, after a dram too much of the local grog, I snogged some strange boy with a pierced tongue and then phoned everyone I knew to tell them how much I loved them.  80 squid on phone bills and a dodgey blue shirt.  Haha.  Not bad for a night up north.

Auld Lang Syne, by Robbie Burns

Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind ?
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and old lang syne ?

For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syne,
we’ll take a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.

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*ahem*…T-Shirt Friday*

Well, once again I’ve succumbed to a suggestion by the very suggestive Nurse Myra…a monthly meme known to all her acolytes and fanboys as T-Shirt Friday*

Only, she hasn’t actually posted hers yet…*drums fingers*…whoops, wait she HAS!

But I am not afraids…so….ta daaaaa:

I am indeed

I am indeed

(Pssssst…the lovely Silverstar has jointed in the fun, though, so I’m not completely alone in the interweb…)

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An Inspired* Corset Friday

As an acolyte of the delicious Nurse Myra, I offer this as a nod to her fabulous Corset Friday* series. 


In fact, we lured the equally gorgeous Daisy Fae into the same meme, so hide the children and grasp that crucifix, people.  The girls are gettin’ feisty.





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DWs, Dorks and Delightful Postal Surprises

Aaah.  So how apt is it, that just as I’m preparing* for my first DW in a long, loooooooong time, I receive my prizes from Nurse Myra  for her much fun limerick competition.

Hilariously, I had to pick up the parcel from good ole’ SA postal service, who are notorious for their odd employees.  Postal Dude** grins broadly and says, exceptionally loudly; “Hey, lady, I need to see when your birthday is.”

Cue blank, arched-eyebrow look.

“Ag, lady.  Your ID book.’

Ah.  *sigh*

[takes proffered book] 

“Aaah, thanks man.  Hey, your birthday is soon.  HEY, You’re 33.  Like in two weeks or so.  Cool.” 

[wanders off to find parcel]

*eye roll*

[Postal Dude ambles back…no rush here.]

Even louder:  “Hey lady, it’s from your friend Nurse Myra.  Who lives in Australia.  How cool is that?”


I just smile and nod.  If only he knew. 

So Nurse M…thank you.  I luuuuuuuuurve my prizes.   What a haul…can’t wait to try the sparkly straps.  And I really, really like the Alex Lloyd. That boy can sing.  And what the hell is a Nurse M prize without a pussy.  Gorgeous, just gorgeous!

I luuuurve prizes!

penned by the veritable hand!

I also luuuuuuuurved my DW, even if it was attacked by crunchiness and lergies.


*packing of lingerie, defuzzing of fuzzy bits, grinning with glee
** He worried me that he might indeed go postal
*** Someone once told me that a dork is apparently the bone in a whale’s penis?  Well.  Ok then. I can’t find corroboration. But hell. It’s the best description I’ve heard!

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