Author: Anna

While I am old enough to know that there was a British Comedy of the same name it is not them that I refer to.  In my adult life, it seems I have a thing for younger flesh.  Now while that sounds perverse, cougarish and even down right inappropriate I can't seem to stop it … Continue reading The Young Ones

The title of my blog gives away the fact that I am not a skinny girl.  With just a little investigation and maybe a question or two, it's not hard to come to the realisation that I was never a skinny girl.  After 32 years, almost 33, of living as not a skinny person, I … Continue reading Just a Little bit Skinnier

There once was a boy.  All of my stories seem to start like that but while this story starts like that, it's not really like that.  He is a boy.  Actually this one is a grown man.  Has a grown up job, grown up interests and doesn't seem to have any problems telling me his … Continue reading A Night at the Opera

In this amazing city of ours it is September.  In Brisbane in September the jacranda trees are flowering, the sun begins to shine and Brisbane Festival takes over every available performance space in the city. For the last few years my Brisbane Festival experience is normally confined to the Spiegeltent.  A strange vaudeville show mixed … Continue reading Weird Shit

"I think he could be my husband?"  There is something awkwardly unreal about watching hot women be rejected by hot men.  The BachelorAU is about to start and while everything about it screams - go on, poke your own eyeballs out! - I can't help but be secretly excited about the hot blonde who appears … Continue reading The Bachelor

What I am about to share with you is something I don't normally share with anyone.  I am a hairy woman.  There.  I've said it out loud.  I am a hairy woman.  I have more chin hairs than an old greek woman and her donkey combined and I've been known to swear at my mum … Continue reading Ripped Off

I thought it was over. By far one of the most excruciating beginnings to a night out and almost a week later, I thought the I could tuck it in a drawer and chalk it up to experience. Sitting on the couch last night the innocuous message tone on my iPhone chimes. Normally a reason … Continue reading Speed Dating – The ding of a text

What's that name of that cartoon gorilla that wears a hat? You know the one. He has a sidekick, he's a little slow and has flower sticking out the side of his hat. Whatever his name is, this week I know what it's like to be him. All arms hanging lower than legs, backside out … Continue reading What’s his name…?

It's like reading your star sign. I tell myself it's not really real but if its good, I'm going to take it. A few weekends ago, on a Friday night stroll around Southbank, a friend walked into a Chinese Astrologer who read palms and saw the future in grains of rice. While my insides thought … Continue reading It’s all in the Rice