Oh, Miss Scarlett
I always thought that blog entries raving on about being smitten by celebrities were rather gratuitous and kinda pathetic, but I don’t care…
Love makes you do crazy things…
Happy is the husband of a good wife his days will be doubled
I always thought that blog entries raving on about being smitten by celebrities were rather gratuitous and kinda pathetic, but I don’t care…
Love makes you do crazy things…
Bittersweet little ditty. I found myself nodding in affectionate recognition basically all the way through it. All that teenage angsty stuff and pubescent existential meaninglessness....
Too late! [What did you do in 2003 that you'd never done before?] Nothing particularly unique I can remember off the top of my head, I'm afraid....
1. Poetry or prose? Prose, by and large, but not exclusively. 2. Funky modern art or the older, "classic" variety? What a quaintly reductionist question. 3. Sculptures...
*ahem* that when you woke up you were clinically depressed for the rest of the day over the fact it wasn't real? OK, no more Scarlett-based...
From SMH columnist Paddy McGuinness' May 25 piece on, of all things, the Cannes Film Festival (in which he, with calm and dispassionate reason, explodes...