Have you noticed that unbreakable tensile object pushing right up your arse through your spine making you more unbendable each day. That slow realisation that you are no longer a flexible piece of floatsam that will adjust, change, morph into anything you have to be. The edges are more clearly defined now and you aren't quite sure you like the image that's emerging. Small, vindictive adjectives you used as a kid to describe grown-ups seem to fit perfectly. So last season, eh? well, you'll join the old hag club someday and I have bigger breasts for now. so pfptttt....

"jeebone ar ki hoche, shuni?" If I have that question asked to me in any language I know, I promise to string out the tongue of the questioner and hang it very painfully to the tip of my very dirty fan blades. GOT IT??? Do not ask me "what's up?" Do not say "And what else?" And DO NOT on the pain of death say "so what's new"
New is a overrated concept. Forget about it. Everything in this world has already been said, done, experienced, disemboweled and discredited. All there are now are cycles. Hollow ups and downs. Comprendo? Deal with nada and you'll be a far happier creature.

Floated a candle in the Arabian Sea for Nico. He was a bit of a pirate in real life, so it seemed appropriate. Unusually the dogs followed for a while, one of them howled and the ocean seemed to rush forward and pretty much grab the offering. Wolfie-kulfie, hope you rest in peace.

my dog died.

Hear ye, Hear ye. My blog's been linked to not one, but two sex search engines. One because I used 'washpot' in my Stephen Fry post and two because 'clog' happens to be in my blog title. Tell me now that life is not a series of coincidences designed to embarass me.

Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Season 6: Tabula Rasa
Spike Quotes

Oh, listen to Mary Poppins. He's got his crust all stiff and upper with that nancy-boy accent. (everyone looking at him) You Englishmen are always so... (pauses) Bloody hell! (ticks off on his fingers) Sodding, blimey, shagging, knickers, bollocks, oh God! I'm English!

Spike examines his clothing, finds a label on the inside of his suit jacket.
SPIKE: 'Made with care for Randy.' (looks at Giles angrily) Randy Giles? Why not just call me 'Horny Giles,' or 'Desperate for a Shag Giles'? I knew there was a reason I hated you!

Dad can drive. He's bound to have some classic midlife-crisis transport. (puts arm around Giles's shoulder) Something red, shiny, shaped like a penis.