My Great-Aunt's first purchase on her brand new Kindle was 50 Shades of Grey.

I don't even... I can't even...

She had no idea what the book was about and only bought it because it was on the Bestseller list.

Prerder!

 

 ERMAGHERD, PRERDER!

Mum went to the Met in NYC recently and bought me back this Prada flame shoe ornament.

(Has the Ermagherd meme reached saturation point? I hope not, because I am still luvvin' it. If you also enjoy flogging a dead horse, you might like this Ermagherd Translator.)

I think I understand now why some of the most beloved writers were known for being drunks. Writing something that is true puts a writer in a vulnerable position. The alcohol helps to tranquilise that fear that comes with exposing oneself.

This is the first thing I've written in a very long time that I've been able to publish for an (invisible/non-existent) audience. The two glasses of pinot helped. I had better not make a habit of this.