As I reflect on my youthful exploits I remember a simpler, happier time, a time when you could walk down the street wearing a scrunchie in your crimped hair, where the answer to all your questions could be found in a slightly outdated Dolly Doctor, or when a plump person could wear spray on leggings and not feel self conscious or be the target of fashion intolerant stares.
Alas this is not the case, these days ... when to my horror my perennially cardigan wearing colleague criticised my outfit....
To my horror someone bumped into me while I was negotiating the streets and I dropped my phone in a puddle....
To my horror a third of the world is starving...
To my horror the global financial crisis remains a global financial crisis...
To my horror I have no recollection of Saturday evening....
In the maelstrom that we consider life much is irritating, vexing, or dare we say it - downright horrifying.
Join us as we ponder the happenings of a life lived, rant over what really gets our goat, and muse on that which amuses us.
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