I took Mo to see ‘Stomp’ this afternooon. It was a total spur of the moment thing. We had a great time. I can’t wait until the day when someone once again decides that I may actually benefit from being paid (decently) for the work I do so I can do things like that more often… Or am I just being a money-grabber? I don’t know, I think I deserve a free life time TV license for my own personal funding of the BBC by working for far below the going rate in exchange for the ‘privilege’ of working there. Kudos doesn’t feed my boy, Auntie… :) I blame it on my wrinkle-free skin. My conspiracy theory is that people think I look ten years younger than I am so I deserve the wages of someone ten years younger than I am… The scary thing is that in 3 years I will be the age my parents were when I left home…

Maybe it’s my Minnie Mouse/Mall Rat voice… people just don’t take me seriously when I squeak out ‘That, like, SO rules.’

This is a fab blog.

Ladida