Families, Generally, Suck. And I Say That

In My Third Husband I Had Discovered A Blissfully Laid-back Type Who Thought It Nothing Less Than Hilarious When I Misread The Map On The Way To Wales, So It Took Us An Extra Three Hours, Or When I Was Sick In A Plastic Carrier Bag During Much Of The Drive Back From Devon - A Bag That Turned Out To Have A Hole In It.

Nicole Kidman In Particular Seems To Bring Out The Butt-kisser In The Sassiest Of Hackettes, As They Ceaselessly Strive To Portray Her As Some Sort Of Cross Between Mother Teresa And Marilyn Monroe.

Blakes Hotel In South Kensington Was A Particular Favourite Of Mine During What I Affectionately Think Of As My Restless Years.

Being A Monarchist, And Fawning Over Those 'above' You, You Must Naturally Despise Those 'below' Or On The Same Socioeconomic Level As Yourself, Because That Is How Hierarchy Worship Works.

If You Want Sex, Have An Affair. If You Want A Relationship, Buy A Dog.