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    reasons to be cheerful…

    I post, for a change, from the warmth and comfort of my bed. Well the current one, anyway. This particular bed (the 5th one I’ve graced in the last ten days – sacre bleu!) is in my specially arranged weekend-off-for-Frightfest* digs and roughly ten minutes walk from London Bridge; alternatively, five minutes if you believe Laterooms, half an hour if…

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    sluts, soup & the land of the vague…

    Well it seems a long stretch since I padlocked the largest of my (many, and in various states of disrepair) suitcases and headed for the capital, but that’s possibly because it is – sorry! Two weeks ago this afternoon I was marching down Piccadilly with fellow sluts (more here from the Huffington Post, and I’m actually in the picture below…

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    one night in bangkok! (sorry)

    And I’m back, completely according to schedule and the catching up is well underway! And a busy week it’s turning out to be, which is making my now-pinkish and peeling (just a bit) arms even more of an embarrassment, but fortunately the punters of the north are a forgiving bunch and to be fair, thanks to the lovely weather here…