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The Babylon Lane Tales 2012
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It's about time I had a guest post and luckily for you I've scooped an exclusive.
This week is a good week. A big, rubbery smile week.
I've more or less eradicated all evidence of my student self or, at the very least, I hide the traits well; you won't catch me eating a pot noodle in company or sleeping with a pizza box next to my head.
I have a confession to make.
It is unlikely to come as a surprise that I have failed at all but one of my New Year's resolutions. Yippee, the satsuma peel mountain is gone. One down, sixty million resolutions to go.
Today I have been part of a 21st Century miracle at the Trafford Centre, that horrific high church of retail religion. Yes kids, today I have been unblinded. This post isn't about that, I am digressing a little, but with a reason which will hopefully become clear.
So, the general consensus is that New Year's resolutions are just a pointless exercise in self-flagellation. Well. Quite. Still you can count me in, I like to be included and love nothing better than donning a hair shirt and mentally beating myself with a great big stick once I inevitably fail. It's also a bloody good excuse to make another list.
gin-nurtered time waster.
©Elsie Anderton,
The Babylon Lane Tales 2012
The Babylon Tales
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gin-nurtered time waster.
©Elsie Anderton,
The Babylon Lane Tales 2012
The Babylon Tales
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