- The thought of a big leather bed called Romeo. Just makes me laugh and laugh and laugh.
- A choir of ex-girl friends.
- Ill-advised strawberry laces.
- The moment at which I decided that no - no matter how elegant and innocuous the yoga trousers seemed, I was not going to nip to the corner shop in a tracksuit bottom equivalent. I may have been sitting on my bed, chained to my computer, for TWO DAYS, but it'll be a cold day in hell before I'll leave the house in leisure wear.
- The summer smell of fake tan.
Monday 23 February 2009
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