Just back from my jaunt across the Irish Sea to an amusing comment from Paul. As you can see, being able to spout forth to my heart's content given the internet has finally wriggled its way into my glorious old people's home, is proving irrisistable! (Don't worry I'll go to bed eventually).
But as for the lipgloss, actually I have real issues..........I didn't actually have any with me (I was trying to be poetic/ironic). To be honest, in some ways it is a metaphor for our current sorry political/social state. Not even here today gone tomorrow, here now, gone in 10 minutes......all gloss and no substance! What is it FOR?! I have tried, honest, but every time I wonder why I bother. Is it just that I am just such an unreconstructed liplicker, or is it just that I have the "wrong kind of lips"? Maybe the lips I got issued when God was handing out the lip genes were just impregnated with teflon? I marvel at the women (Mrs Beckham foremost amongst them) whose lipgloss appears to be genetic. How do they do it? If someone did a time and motion study, would they find that the time spent applying lipgloss was commensurate with that spent eating, sleeping or possibly...........breathing??????
However, undeterred and inspired by Mr W, I will endeavour to find my own brand of exploding lipgloss before conference............you have been warned!
2 comments:
Linda I definitely agree with Paul that I have always seen you as the sort of person never to go out without making sure you've got some exploding lip gloss handy in case of emergencies...
As for your conspiracy theories, I don't want to worry you, but after FPC the other night Ming did sidle up to me with a notebook in hand and ask me if I knew your address...
Ha ha! Hmmmm, this explains all......
As for the exploding lipgloss, you must remember I have a murky past with the Intelligence Corps........
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