Kick a girl while she’s down.

Incidentally, I’m posting this from my phone, which always tries to autocorrect ‘kick’ to ‘fuck’.

Also awkward when you try to inform a potential suitor, via text message, that you need a ‘kick up the arse’.

Did I actually just say “potential suitor”? You know what I mean. Someone I was attempting to get in about, ages ago. It’s hardly relevant. Jeez, just let it go, ok?

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So – having been gluten-free (ish) for two weeks, and having nothing else of much interest to write about, I thought I’d jot down some observations.

Oh – but before I start, I also need to make an apology. To any producers of baked goods – particularly Warburtons and McVities – who are wondering why their profits have plummeted in a fortnight, I am truly sorry.

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How to make an entrance.

On Sunday night, I was invited to my best friend from school (well, the only friend from school who I still actually see)’s big brother’s wedding reception.

Now, I’m not known as the most punctual of people.

Stop sniggering.

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