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Blonde Ambition

If one is too late to experience Dame Edna (bloody queues), one can always hang out on a grassy knoll, and meet fabulous new friends who just happen to be flatmates of bloggers one has met in weeks past.

Bloggers who, let it be said, can unstrike a certain je ne sais quoi off their to-do list.


I embrace the work in progress. I love that I'm not the only good listener who doesn't worship a certain chantuese plastique. And it's just a wee bit sad when you meet good people just as they're ready to leave the country.

Vauxhall (Russian for train station), y'all, is fun.