First far be it for me to steal someone else’s idea and make it my own, I am Little Miss Goody Two shoes after all. This is my all time favourite blog, mostly because Marieke is a wicked little minx who pretty much “goes there” on a regular basis, if we are talking girly crushes I definitely have one on her 
Alright, to my never ending shame……….
Bon Scott
Because whether she admits it or not every girl has a special place in her heart for a hard drinkin’, hard livin’ (well not any more), hard lovin’ wild man of Rawk ‘n Roll and I am sorry but I am just not having any of this post Bon Scott AC/DC nonsense, ‘tis just not the same. There were so many glorious pictures on the net to choose from, shirtless, tight tight tight high waisted pants showing off “the goods” nearly got a look in, because hey you can’t go past the classics, but this deserved top spot merely to start an intriguing “why the hell does Bon Scott have a couple of giant cotton wool buds hanging between his legs?” discussion. By virtue of the fact that he isn’t even alive I guess I just took wrong to a new low.
PS - I know all the words to Jailbreak
Will Self
I love his work and he is my favourite grumpy old man. He is also old enough to be my father, smokes like a chimney (which I find repulsive) and well to be blunt, he is no oil panting, yet somehow………………..
David Hicks
While trying to find this picture my employer’s firewall sprung up with a big warning about being blocked due to inappropriate content about racism and terrorism, I am expecting the heavies at any moment.
Ladies, come on, admit it, you all thought, “yeah, he’s a bit of awright” when this photo was plastered all over the airwaves 6 years ago, and if you didn’t I don’t believe you. The Bonds T-Shirt, the larrikin smile, and the thought that maybe he was just a naughty boy who needed the love of a good woman to set him back on the straight and narrow.
Shame 5 years in solitary sent things a little pear shaped
Running
Yeah, a bit of that too, after picking up my car last night I was able to squeeze in a hilly 9km run which left me exactly 10 minutes to shower and get over to Box Bill to have dinner with my lovely little brother on his 18th birthday. He is the light if my heart, I have seen him struggle with his Aspergers over the years but lately he has just become a very confident and happy young man, mostly I believe because he is now in an environment where he can thrive and realise his potential. He started year 12 at VCA (he plays Double Bass) this year and it has been wonderful for him, I am a very proud big sister
Ok, enough soppy stuff. I had my iron injection this morning, not as scary as I imagined and didn’t feel a thing thanks to the skilled hand of Dr K; I have two more to go over the next 2 weeks.
