A pale sun poked impudent marmalade fingers through the grizzled lattice glass, and sent the shadows scurrying, like convent girls menaced by a tramp.
I don't know what I want, but I want it NOW!
Do you know what a Palmist once said to me? She said: will you let go!
Frankly, once I've eaten a thing, I don't expect to see it again.
Five years ago I was a four-stone apology — today I am two separate gorillas.
Why can't I be different and unusual... like everyone else?