One day you are 18 full of life, know everything you need to know about the world, how people work and what you want to do with it all . . then 22 years later you wake up confused, not knowing what the hell is going on or how any of it works, and that is where the fun starts.
I have had a colourful life so far involving living abroad, living in London, travelling the world on my own, then back to the UK to have babies, get married, build my own home, get divorced, get fat, get fit, get fat again and am still in the process of getting fit but this time doing it rather better than before (even have a teeny bootcamp I teach) then on to find out all about life and how I really tick.
So why this literary vomit? You may be asking. Well, for one thing I have learned a couple of things, tricks et al that should be shared as there may be one person, probably living alone, with a dog called Herbert that needs to read this shit. That person needs to know that brown is a crap colour to have on your walls, matching khaki trousers and top are not sexy and look so dated whether you are male or female and should only be employed as a garment of choice if you are in the military and need to hide behind other faded green things. Life is just too short to be spent wandering around blending into ponds and privet hedges. Oh and a note to goths (yup been there done that), black doesn't stand out either and for your information you are not alternative, it has been going on now for WAYYY too long for that. If you want to be alternative do IT but is "alternative clothing" really to be found in a catalogue? NO you should be brandishing your own uniqueness on the world! Go forth and get brandishing.
So as this is my opening gambit to this my latest attack on the internet I shall off and leave you with this thought.
No one sees a grey cloud and thinks "that is amazing, that is gorgeous, look at that" however everyone who sees a rainbow does!
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