Can’t blog. Too busy laughing my head off at Brian Viner’s Tales of the Country. Sobbed with laughter so much last night my girlfriend feared for my sanity. Perhaps not for the first time.
Off to the Pink Star Walk tonight around the Domain – a breast cancer foundation charity/education event.
You have to wear pink. And fairy wings.
My girlfriend is a “wing judge” and she seems to have somehow channelled Anna Wintour and found herself a “wing slave” amongst the staff at work who whipped up a set covered in plastic flowers from a lei and large pink jewels. Outrageous.
Nobody told me you had to wear pink until after I’d registered. Red might be the best I can do.