Friday, June 20, 2008
Poised provocatively with scissors
As my life is now under new management, I am horrified to discover that I am agreeing to the ridiculous suggestions that the Gin Club are making. Last night I was dragged off to see the film extravaganza 'Sex in the City' and I was supposed to enjoy it even though I have never given one second of my time to the series.
"You'll love it after a few drinks." they said
Surprisingly, I did, but possibly not on the level that my fellow covenites might have expected. You see, it was the psycology of the thing that fascinated me most. Despite of the fact that Demanda kept nudging me in the ribs and saying "Do you think I am like Samantha?", I was fascinated to see that the merkans have Gin Clubs too.
"They are just like us, except for all that long hair." Demoana said, tipping her her drink over the very posh leather seat.
I tentatively patted my own hair - fourteen inches of uncontrollable scruff. Are you supposed to have long hair after you are forty?
Sarah Jessica Parker obviously needed hers to cover some of her face, but the trollopy Samantha was wearing hers with sexually liberated, knob hunting freedom. I was confused.
What am I portraying? Sexual predator of less than spring chicken years or just a lazy cow who can't be bothered to find a decent hairdresser?
So here I stand, scissors poised provocatively - do I chop, or not?
Oh, and Happy Litha - health and healing to all