Why Let the Truth Get in the Way of a Good Story?

Guess what?


I'm a slut.

Wahey!

I'd like to thank the academy for this prestigious honor, my friends for actively encouraging my wantonness, and, of course, my many, many sexual conquests, a majority of whom I didn't know even existed but without whom this accolade would not be mine...

Mum

My mum, circa 1952

Sharing the Disney Love

I am currently in the middle of writing a proper blog (yeah, I know, about time too) and it should be up in the next couple of hours, but I had to share this video with you.  It's had over a million hits and was only posted three days ago, and it's sooooooo beautiful.

Love

Ebby

When I was very young, my best friend in the whole wide world was a little boy named Ebby.  He was my age with short brown hair, big brown eyes, and he always wore a knitted yellow jumper, blue jeans and red wellington boots.  We'd run around playing hide and seek, dig holes in the garden or just sit chatting and singing for hours on end.  He was a cheeky thing and sometimes got me in to trouble with his wild escapades, but I didn't care.  I loved Ebby to death.  There was just one problem; I didn't realize that Ebby didn't exist.