Post-Watershed Dreams - The Last Night Of 2006

On the last night of 2006 I dreamed that my brother was dating ALL of my female Brightonian friends.

Apparently, they all knew, and they didn't seem to mind, all bar one - who had a proper tantrum when she found out that they were all planning to get married in a huge white wedding at the Royal Pavilion. As it turned out, these girls had only been friends with me to get to know my brother, which annoyed me somewhat. So, I did the only thing a girl could do - I ran away to the circus with my dog Casper and my little sister Liz.

Once there, I discovered that we had quite an aptitude for acrobatics and as such became their star performers. One night, as we were flying through the air with the greatest of ease during our trapeze act (to the song "Birdhouse in your Soul" covered by They Might Be Giants), a great howling and groaning started up. Looking down, I saw that the entire audience in the Big Top had turned into Zombies and they were of course, hungry for our lithe and flexible, be-sequined bodies. "Bugger" I thought. There was only so long that Liz and I could hang on to our trapezes.

And lo, we were rescued as the Tardis shimmered into view and the Doctor - played by a friend of mine who, while he does not look much like the lovely David Tennant, does behave very much like any good Doctor should - whisked us away to safety. Liz fell in love with a leprachaun she found hiding in the Tardis, I made tea and cakes and the Doctor turned Casper into K9 and showed me the other things that a Sonic Screwdriver can do ;) *shock*

Then I woke up. Damnit.

No, I don't know what that was all about either.

Anyway! It New Year's Eve again! I could wax lyrical about all the delightful things that have happened this year, and all the things I have overcome or learned, but this time, I shall not. It's all here in blog form already.

I hope you are all off out doing what you wanted to do, or snuggled up at home with the people that matter to you. I myself am about to put a corset on, drink champagne and then head off into the night in Brighton to see what or who the end of 2006 can tempt me with.

I love you all, be good, have fun, and a very, very happy 2007 to you!!

Yuletide...

A very swift message typed from the secret headquarters of my Dad's detective agency...wearing a very sexy, white, luxury Santa hat. I look very silly and yet, alarmingly cute :)

MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR to you ALL, my lovely, dearest bloggers :) I hope you all get lovely handknitted jumpers from Ron's Mum and big boxes of chocolates from Hermione....and a late night visit from our favourite Potions Master! ;) ;)

Much love, festive hugs and mistletoe kisses

SHG xxxx

The feeling of DREAD(s)

*runs through the corridors squealing*

"It's almost Christmas!! Wooo!"

*trips at the corner, drops bag and books tumble everywhere*

"Bugger!"

*Spies Draco eager to help gather up the spilled bag things*

"Well hello...why thank you!"

*giggle*

Must be my new hair that caught his eye ;)

Binned...

I gathered up every single beauty magazine I had, every glossy-paged thinspirational weekly trashy publication, and bundled them into plastic bags.

Paris Hilton, Posh Spice and and their skinny-minnie friends stared at me, hollow-eyed. Lindsay Lohan looked washed out and messy, Nicole's ribs jutted out of the pages.

My Associate and I took them all, all of that wasted energy and money, and threw them into the paper recycling bins near The Level.

And it felt good.