Okay, I’ll bite:

Friend in the business has two stories on her Facebook today.

STOP SPYING ON ME, NICK DOUGLAS. Jeez.

Same problem in Safari. Every single day have to do fingertip gymnastics to get back in.

I met him once and his biceps were massive; I have sometimes wondered whether steroids have added to his general fuckedupness.

This is why I posted a different hashtag to Facebook yesterday: #nomore

“My question is, if you die when you’re fat, are you a fat ghost, or do you go back to a flattering time?”

And check this out: https://www.thedailybeast.com/another-disturbing-ben-affleck-video-emerges-of-him-groping-tv-interviewer

Lesser evil to be sure, but Minnie Driver found out he broke up with her when he mentioned it during an appearance on Oprah. He’s a real class act.

Ouch those really hurt, my sympathies.

I live in Thailand. The super comfy seats with blankets in the top row are 350 baht.

Waste of time and money for you then. To each their own.

I want to go again this week.

Seriously I’ve had Menopause Bladder since birth, still can manage if I plan well. Colour me bewildered. (If you have kids with you of course that’s a different story, but not an issue here I would hope).

All you people can’t go three hours between pees or whatever? Really? You might want to get that checked out.

You lost me at Leto being one of the good bits.

This is the image which is giving me the most mulling to do.

There were good things. Some wonderful people. Great restaurants. And the petrichor from the sun-baked desert after the first rain in six months ...