The ramblings and musings of a slightly eccentric thirty something year old.


November 2014


Sipping a 7up and reminiscing on a convo I had with my son when he was three.

We were walking home hand in hand from nursery at the time.

Son: Mummy – we can’t stop off at the park today because it’s getting dark and I might get lost.

Me: Yeah.  Mummy would be very sad if you got lost.

Son: ……I will cry and go to sleep on the big swing.

He does make me laugh ūüôā

That usually depends on who you’re asking (your mum, your significant other, your best friend). This week there’s no denying that one bum has taken it to a whole ‘nother level of big bum-ness irrespective of which way (or which angle) you look at it.

Kim Kardashian’s derriere made it’s debut this week on the front page of ‘Paper’ magazine and you have to hand it to her. In¬†today’s salacious and media driven environment it takes a lot to generate¬†news that’s worthy of making even¬†Hugh Heffner’s¬†jaw drop. Since her first very public outing (sex tape anyone)?,¬†it would appear on reflection that Kimmy has¬†spent the last 11 years engineering both her professional profile and personal relationships to the point where she is now arguably one of the most photographed and influential women in the world.

Bimbo accusations and arguments of feminine objectification aside – one can only conclude that behind the huge eyelashes and vacant smile there indeed lies someone with a steely resolve, both a shrewd business woman and opportunist who refuses to lay down and accept the limitations that anyone or anything¬†puts in her path. Put it down to a ‘domineering’ Mother if you like….Kim has three other sisters and a brother whose own exploits¬†can’t compare (Kim Kardashian dix poi/ Robert¬†Kardashian nil poi).

How many of us would have shrunk into obscurity and shunned the spotlight following the leak of OUR very own sex tape? I for one would have booked myself onto the first Malaysia Airlines plane going to nowhere. . Remember Рthis is a woman who once played second fiddle to Paris Hilton (Paris who)? A virtual nobody who played third, fourth, fifth fiddle to a once well known RNB star (Ray-J who)? My point exactly!

When it comes to turning something to her advantage Kimmy ain’t playing.

And while her ability to turn every cloud into a silver lining is admirable (a non tech entrepreneur launching one of the most successful apps of 2014 – scandal!), one can’t help feeling that this latest venture is a step too far. This week’s ‘Paper’ feature struck a cord¬†with me for all the wrong reasons. The action smacks of someone who is desperate to keep the limelight on herself at all costs and Twitter retweets (and Instagram likes aside), I fear the future ramifications of this on her daughter really haven’t been thought through. While growing up in a showbiz family will surely reduce North West’s sensitivity to the press – I can’t help putting my feet in her shoes. At this point¬†she’s probably¬†oblivious to the furore being generated by her mother.¬†Fast forward 15 years and you can imagine the awkward conversations round the dining room table¬†when¬†the¬†timeline of her mothers ascent to fame and fortune are presented to her. Probably going to lead to some awkward moments at private school¬†aswell.

Madison: ‘Well my mummy said your mummy was a hoe’…..

Northwest: *silence*



There’s always home – schooling I guess.



Don’t get me wrong. It’s great that Kim is proud of her body – but the message I’m getting is that pleasing the public¬†is worth more to her than her daughter’s spiritual and emotional wellbeing. I can understand a woman’s decision to pursue this route if it’s the only option to feed, cloth her family or provide them with a good education (I’m not a member of the Amish community). I could understand it if¬† this feature¬†followed an extended period of¬† being overweight (i.e. in celebration of getting¬†your body back).¬†In this case Kim’s action¬†clearly isn’t¬†spurred by¬†either –¬† with Kim’s existing personal wealth, a wealthy husband, wealthy family and¬†participation in the¬†Bound¬†two video (to add fuel to the fire), material desperation can probably be safely ruled out.

Time to put the Louboutins and baby oil away? I think so – if not for her baby at least for her future sanity. Continue reading “Does My Bum Look Big In This?……”


In short. Therapy. First blog post and already it feels good to be writing this.

So I used to write a diary. Mainly in my teens, for years and years. I’m not sure why I stopped although in hindsight¬†it did coincide with when I became happy. Deep down happy. Really, really happy and just happier with life in general. I started writing a diary in 1992 and¬†continued right through until 2010.

So I’m not pissed off or anything – and now,¬†I when I look back over my old diary entries I do chuckle (did I ‘really write that!’), and as we’ve progressed in the intervening years from putting pen to paper (to putting fingers to keypads) I want to bring it back. I actually wanted to start a Private You tube vlog (just for myself), but given all the Iphone expose’ crap that’s going on (plus¬†the fact that I get no fackin privacy in my own damn¬†haaaus!) – I figured blogging is a tad safer.

Grabbing your thoughts and arranging them so they’re fully visible is cathartic to say the least.Partly because it allows you to sit back and really process what you’re thinking. Partly becasue it gives you an amazing insight into where you were back then and where you are right now. A mind is a terrible thing to waste and in the same token, so are memories.

So I’ll be writing about my life. About what I like (and what or who I don’t like). I make no apologies for spelling, grammar or swear words (my blog remember). Names, geographical references and titles will be changed to protect the innocent. You’re welcome to follow if you like (although you don’t have to) & last (but not least) insightful comments welcome.


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