I recently rediscovered this in my pile of treasured ephemera. All grammar sins are completely forgiven upon examination of that fine and romantic haircut. Design skills indeed!
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A bit obsessed by this song at the moment – perhaps it should be my next karaoke pick. And Cher’s hair – massive! 1971 was a good vintage.
Mini life update: I dyed my hair red.It’s been a while. And now I feel like a 16-year-old with exotic plumage walking down the street “They’re alllllll looking at how crazy my hair is,” when actually nobody gives a toss. Still need a hair cut.
London is still waiting for the promised sunshine and clear skies of late spring. It reminds me of this old saying: “April showers bring May flowers. May showers bring RAGE.”
I want to post more lifey things on this blog. so I shall. PS. CFS is now four years old. Whoop.