- I only meant to write that sometimes I’m thoughtless, so my conversations with Eddie aren’t always amusing. And sometimes because we travel by public transport Eddie and I overhear awful things about other people’s lives. But what I wrote last week came back to me on the grape-vine as “Naomi and Eddie are splitting up!” WTF. SBut, I know I can’t control how anyone interprets what I write, so when stuff like this happens I throw my hands up, go make myself a pot of tea, and hope it goes away. Still, just in case anyone else read it like that, it’s not true.
- William would only let biscuits pass his pursy little mouth last month. This month he’s eating all the tuna and chicken in jelly we give him and then grapple tackling me for more. OK, it’s not a real grapple tackle, because he’s a cat. But if he was human it would be a grapple tackle, that’s how hungry he is this month. He reminds me of Castiel when famine came to town (in Supernatural) and his vessel Jimmy who hadn’t eaten in months craved burgers, so Castiel ate them all.
- Even though I had to go by myself because I was so disorganised and my friend Heather couldn’t keep up with my going, not going, going thing, I loved seeing John Safran talk about being an Archibald muse at the AGNSW. But I promised myself after getting all gushy about Marcus Lush, who I recently went off because I was so disappointed to read he’s anti-freedom camper and that’s a deal breaker for me for a celebrity crush even though I’d understand and get over it in real life, that I wouldn’t do it again and I love John Safran’s work and that pretty much guarantees I’d get all gushy. Anyways, the AGNSW posted his talk so now you can hear all about the artist who painted him fat for the Archibalds and how he got her back in John Safran’s Race Relations by pretending to steal her knickers.
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