A brief about briefs
Thank god I was wearing decent knickers - that's all I'm saying.
No, that's a lie - I'm going to say more. I was talking to Nat the other week about what this blog should be for and briefly (there it is again!) I considered making it into the sort of bookwormish blog I could proudly show to other people as testament to my fine talents as a writer. But recently, all I have been fucking thinking about is work, work, work, prospects, prospects, prospects and I am not remotely interested in talking about that old shite right now.
What I do want to talk about again is sex and alcohol, which have once again lured me into trouble of the most titillating kind and left me feeling fired up and excited and ready to burst!
But maybe later. Once again, all I will say is thank god I was wearing fabulous knickers.