In the land of the elasticated waistband and mock Crocs
I have at last found the land inhibitions forgot - beaches on T*******e. They all hang out here - tums, tits, bums - acres of reddened, rippling flesh, hanging out and over, basted and roasted, wrinkled and toasted. Skin cancer, anyone?
The madwoman descends from her attic ..
Oh and this one, because it's come true for me:
May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you're wonderful.
And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.