Tara Flynn

Archive for November, 2009

Eine Kleine Krap Musik

Monday, November 30th, 2009

While the weather’s gotten worse, there’s been a little lightening of the storm clouds that hung over my wedding plans last week. (Opening with a hackneyed image still flies, right? Well, there’s one.) Some of the walls that seemed unscale-able just days ago have come  if not tumbling, then at least crumbling down. Bureaucracy. God, [...]

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Stopping the gap

Friday, November 27th, 2009

Hello. Sorry I’ve been quiet for a while – maybe that was a relief? (SHUT UP! I don’t want your real opinion!) I’m writing this in an Internet café in Edinburgh, where a Polish builder has just fallen off a chair, his coffee break is so hilarious, so I’ll be brief and just fill you [...]

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Crispy, crunchy

Monday, November 23rd, 2009

No amount of hairspray will ever be of any use to me. My hair is the most untameable, strangest mane in the world. It’s fine, but there’s blemmin’ loads of it. It’s curly, but that wiry, frizzy kind of stubborn curly that looks like I’ve just got out of bed: a bed made of barbed [...]

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How many stopping days to Xmas?

Friday, November 20th, 2009

Remember when you got a message that started with “You’re invited!” or “You have won!” and it didn’t send you scrambling for (a) a catch, or (b) the virus software? No. Neither do I, really.
In the days when I still had a pager (yes, kids, mobile phones are new), I once got a page saying [...]

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Creased

Thursday, November 19th, 2009

Worst chore ever? Putting away clean laundry. I don’t know why, but it daunts me every time. It gets washed as normal, as soon as it needs doing, but once it’s either stretched out on the clothes-horse or hauled out and untangled from the tumble-dryer, putting it away just seems so pointless. I’m only going [...]

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