In Knickers we Trust?

But everyone in the UK says 'pants' these days! I haven't heard 'knickers' from anyone other than elderly female relatives.

I read the Carine Roitfeld article before seeing it here on Jez, and I totally took it that to her the house is messy, but to other people it's so minimal people think she's only just moved in, and the police thought all her belongings had been stolen when in reality she owns next to nothing.

Yeah it's a fine line... some people like to be called by where they were born, others their passport nationality. Like, my dad only lived the first 6 months of his life in the UK and Australia for the rest of it, and he STILL calls himself English and not Australian. It makes no sense to me!

If I could afford head-to-toe wheels & dollbaby I would also aspire to this!

I will be stealing 'meta-larious', thank you.

So much! Their weird little almost-human faces and mannerisms. Also, I nearly got bitten by a monkey when I was young so I do not trust them one bit. Ugh.

This was exactly my reaction to these gifs.

Excuse me, trigger warning? You're triggering all my must-try-and-be-a-smoking-redhead impulses. My hair hasn't recovered from the last attempt at bleaching.

Seriously, PCC is the best cinema in the history of ever and they can do no wrong in my opinion. EXCEPT how they keep having those kick-ass marathons on nights I'm working. They need to sort that shit out like yesterday.

Lucu!

Please do not mention the g-word. I'm on day 2 of a gin-fuelled hangover. Curse you, magical juniper nectar!

Supporting anecdote: a friend of mine is a hardcore vegan, he spent a month travelling China and had to learn very specific phrases like 'actually, cheese IS an animal product so thanks but I can't eat that'. He ended up on a raw veg diet because he couldn't trust any labels or cooks.

"...where ancient Romans put their swords (which were shorter than the Galls', but they won anyway!)"

Dreamy.

I know a dude who had (his ex STOLE the dog off him when he moved out) an Italian greyhound. The thing was so fragile as a puppy it would break a leg every time it got excited and jumped off the couch. For real. Poor tiny thing constantly had casts on its front legs and the vet actually told them they'd be better off…

My mum has a crazy cousin who actually WAS living in her car for a while - there was waaaay more books and saucepans and food and clothes and cds and make-up and shoes etc in her housecar. Amanda's car just looks like Amanda does not give a fuck. However, both Amanda and my mum's cousin seriously need help.

Oh LSP. Never change.