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The Sartorial Voice of Reason: January 2011
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The Sartorial Voice of Reason. General musings from a stylish southern lady. Sunday, 30 January 2011. Dr Robotham and the 'evil' Roasted Penguin. There was once a world where mice drove tube trains. The mice bloody loved it and you could hear them squeaking with delight through the trains PA system. She despised Mini Dr Robotham all through school. While her friends had pendants of flowers, hearts, birds and keys (keys to the heart, get it? Of course, her miniature hated him and thought him evil. If ...
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The Sartorial Voice of Reason: June 2011
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The Sartorial Voice of Reason. General musings from a stylish southern lady. Friday, 3 June 2011. There was once a little blonde puppet dressed in purple. She had little purple clogs, a glittery purple dress and even purple eyeshadow to match her purple eyes and dainty little mouth. But as it is, she is a dancing puppet with a penchant for purple clothes and glitter. That night, her dreams were visited by a kindly looking fairy dressed all in green. Are you going to turn me into a real girl? The fairy sh...
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The Sartorial Voice of Reason: January 2012
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The Sartorial Voice of Reason. General musings from a stylish southern lady. Sunday, 22 January 2012. Miss Lacy and her Coco Ribbon Stockings. Jack Dimachio’s body was found face down in his. Penthouse suite. A Playtex stocking, the dowdy kind so thick my Sergeant used them to wash his car, wrapped tightly round his neck. As Sergeant Jones rolled him over, his blue eyes bulged out of his sockets, glazed with death. 8220;You think he dumped some divorcee and she got her revenge Sir? 8220;We were having an...
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The Sartorial Voice of Reason: Chicken Shit
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The Sartorial Voice of Reason. General musings from a stylish southern lady. Sunday, 22 January 2012. I’m a chicken shit. Forgive the American turn of phrase but I feel it best explains what I am. Frightened of my own fucking shadow. I don’t blame you if you put this down right now, just stop reading out of lack of interest. Christ, I would. Who wants to read about a woman with no life. A woman who has done nothing. Who has no coherent line of narrative whatsoever. So I drabbed down. To be honest the...
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The Sartorial Voice of Reason: November 2010
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The Sartorial Voice of Reason. General musings from a stylish southern lady. Thursday, 25 November 2010. By request: Cheeky the grumpy kitchen monkey. I wish it could be said that Cheeky is a happy soul. Like those chavvy Essex girls that insist on cooking in his kitchen. Do they have to be so loud? Do they have to squeal so? Or eating eggs and baked beans for dinner? They consider that food? And this 'sauce factory' they create every fortnight, that they freeze and then defrost at a later date to sip ou...
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The Sartorial Voice of Reason: A world without daydreams
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The Sartorial Voice of Reason. General musings from a stylish southern lady. Friday, 26 August 2011. A world without daydreams. Some time in 2047 instant teleportation was invented. Yes, some incredible supergeek developed a chip that could be placed into the thumb. The initial prototype meant that you could be transported to the place in your mind you most desired to be. However, Mr Supergeek adapted his idea when he kept turning up in pretty girls beds. The screaming just got a bit too much. The death ...
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The Sartorial Voice of Reason: October 2010
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The Sartorial Voice of Reason. General musings from a stylish southern lady. Saturday, 2 October 2010. Discretion. Where's the line? I struggle with discretion. This may be due to my former job as a journalist, or as the newsdesk used to jokingly call ourselves, a professional gossip. And even now, working as a PR my entire life pretty much revolves around giving people information that I would like them to broadcast to the nation. When is it alright to tell people about that crazy one night stand or dru...
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The Sartorial Voice of Reason: Yogi the Orangutan vs. Pedro the Tiger
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The Sartorial Voice of Reason. General musings from a stylish southern lady. Sunday, 22 January 2012. Yogi the Orangutan vs. Pedro the Tiger. What a day in the wrestling world! The two arch rivals Yogi the Orangutan - a German reared in Berlin and famed for his flexibility and endurance - and Spanish Pedro, with his handsome demeanour, smooth talking style with the ladies and claws tougher than steel nails, are going to clash once more. Round one has begun! And Yogi has him round the waist, but Pedro is ...
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The Sartorial Voice of Reason: Noodle Time!
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The Sartorial Voice of Reason. General musings from a stylish southern lady. Thursday, 6 September 2012. So the week of foodie joy continues. Oh and as a tip, a squeeze of lemon, some red and yellow peppers and a sprinkling of ginger will really perk up two-day-old special fried rice. My colleagues ate noodles, you know what with it being Noodle Time. They told me they were very nice too! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Weekly round-up and open thread. Thanks for all the Gin.
