That skirt?

The patent leather, pleated job?

 It’s retailing at £290.

I’ll have two, then.

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Mornings with Lady Fox

It is 7am.

“Did you know that sex with someone under 13 is always rape?” – Good morning!!

“I’m sorry. Here, have a unicorn.”

“I’m giving a presentation for work. What smart clothing have you got that I can borrow?” (She is both two dress sizes bigger and nearly 9 inches taller than me.)

“Why is your printer not working?”

“What happened to the choc-chip Weetabix?”

“Where is my watch/earring/hat?”

“Did you do my washing that I left here?”

“Why is your USB stick called Kingston?”

“Will my earrings go with this outfit?”

“Can I keep this?”

And my response:

“It’s too damn early for this. And please don’t leave your cereal bowl in my bed.”

Camille O’Sullivan

I’ve just this morning had a rather nasty operation, and am therefore veering between being hopped-up on drugs and pain, so do bear with me for a few days.

Whilst I am bed-ridden, Lady Fox has come round to help feed, wash, clothe (I say clothe, but I fully intend to wear nothing but my dressing gown for at least a week, if not two, depending on the stitching situation. Hopefully, I will soon be able to remove the complimentary surgical stockings, though, as Lady Fox has been swift to point out that they’re not exactly ‘fetching’.) and entertain me. She has been attending to the latter by showing me pleasing YouTube clips of small animals, interspersed with a nice, cheery bit of Camille ‘little Irish bunny’ O’Sullivan. But before I get to today’s Tuesday Tune, a tale for you:

Coming round from my general anaesthetic, I look up at two, smiling Jamaican nurses welcoming me back to Earth. I beam at them. I am high as a fucking kite. Presently, I start to recite the Lord’s Prayer (?!), and we all hold hands and cross ourselves to say our amens. Back on the ward, I believe I have had something of an epiphany. Surely the nurse handing me a cheese and tomato sandwich, in conjunction with my spontaneous theistic outburst, is a sign that now, finally, I will have joined the ranks of real adults who can eat tomatoes without gagging – a tomato epiphany (!!), if you will. I tear into my sandwich…

And heave.

Back to Atheism, then.

God is in the house (but only when you’re on morphine – Miss Fox), by Camille O’Sullivan:

North Carolina

Another place to tick off the ‘won’t be honeymooning there’ list.

This from jezebel.com:

Voters in North Carolina today did as was predicted and voted in favor of Amendment 1, which bans same-sex marriage and civil unions in the state’s constitution. Gay marriage is already legally forbidden in North Carolina, but this will enshrine in the constitution the following choice language,

[M]arriage between one man and one woman is the only domestic legal union that shall be valid or recognized in this state.

This clearly rules out same-sex legal partnerships of any kind, but opponents of the amendment also pointed out that it will affect the ability of same-sex partners to get health insurance and could also jeopardize domestic violence protections which are currently afforded to unmarried couples.

There’s nothing more to say about this. So sad.