Living for Disco

1. We have bought a wii. It is amazing. I’m not very good at games and things - I tend to be shit at killing enemies, and I don’t like the Doom style games where I seem to always die in a haze of blood and confusion before I’m out of the starting gates. However, the wii is very easy for me, as all you need to do is point, and click, and wave the remote about and things happen on the screen. I can play tennis! I am a crack shot with a crossbow! I rock at Mario Cart (a bit)! I am doing very little else. My brain is turning to mush and I have already started dreaming about target practise, and Lara Croft. Actually, dreaming about Lara Croft isn’t all bad. It sates my Angelina-crush.

2. I am now too thin for my dress. My weight loss regime worked a treat, and when I went to try on my dress the other day, the evil bridal shop witch told me that I’d lost the look I wanted because the corset lacing on the dress back was meeting in the middle. Admittedly I couldn’t respond as she was demonstrating how large the dress was on me by pulling the stays so tight that my ribs cracked, and blood spurted from my crushed internal organs out onto the pristine changing room carpet, but I did see her point. I will have to put on half a pound or so just to get it right. Fortunately this means that I can now eat cheese and drink wine with impunity, for I am TOO THIN and must be fixed.

3. I have finally fulfilled my dream of owning a definitive ’80s compilation without having to be embarassed about it. This is because after the swing band have finished their set at our wedding, we’re having CDs played, and if I can’t dance to Footloose and Wake Me Up Before You Go-go at my own wedding then life is just not worth living. Mind you, it probably won’t be for anyone else. I’m going to be up there on my own, in my imaginary leg warmers, pretending I’m 12 again and desperate to know who this band Duran Duran was that everyone was talking about in reverent terms. I only knew Nana Mouskouri, and songs about ‘my love being a cherry with no stone’ didn’t really cut it in the cutthroat world of teenage angst.

That is all.

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