Today's post brought to you by the letter 'L'

I loved Sesame Street as a kid but I was never allowed to watch it. Apparently Brutha and I started speaking with American accents and my mum was so horrified she banned us from watching it.

I always thought my dad looked a bit like Bert. Long face, (not much) black hair, thick eyebrows. He used to get offended but I always thought it was kinda cool.

So the reason today's post is brought to you by the letter L is because its dedicated to my beautiful friend Lulu, currently far away in the land of the long white cloud. She's touring with a kids show to the junior brats of NZ.

Quite frankly I'd rather stick pins in my eyes than do a schools show for under 10's - having to do Q&A for high school students after every show of Queen Lere for a month earlier this year was torturous enough - let me share...

School Kid 1: "So what's wiv va pleather* corsets on da chicks? Are youse all meant to be like dominatrix or somefink?"

School Kid 2: "Yeh and you, Salsbury. What's with the whole braces/tie/air force flight cap fing?"

MM: (silently) "What the f*** do you know about dominatrix stuff?" (audibly) "No, that wasn't the costume designer's intention, but its interesting you thought that" (silently) "F*** you James Browne for making me look like an air force dominatrix/McDonald's worker"

But I digress...

Lulu. Let me tell you about Lulu. She rocks. One of the best mates you could ever have. She's always there for me. Even when she's feeling really low and missing her boy and all her mates over here and having to deal with bratty kids in a foreign country.

Example(s):

I'm feeling like a whacked-out-I'm-sure-my-drink-was-spiked-last-night-and-I-totally-f***ed-up-with-a-boy-I-fancy freakshow on Friday and who calls me to check if I'm ok from another country?

Who then follows it up with a cheering SMS pep message to help restore my self-esteem from another country?

That sort of friendship doesn't grow on trees. And I am honoured that she chooses to care so much about me. It runs in the family. Her dad (Ray - an absolute champ who can frequently be seen on KAK on a Friday morning - tune in!) calls me her "little friend", buys me trainers that are 3 sizes too big and firmly believes that I'm only 20. Bless him. Her mum buys me clothes. Her brother and sister treat me like their sister. Its ace. And her boyfriend is the bomb. Top guy. Even though he is a Navy Blues supporter. Looks out for me when she's not here (and when she's here). I should nominate the whole bloody lot of them for Australian(s) of the Year.

Anyway that's it for today.

Oh, and an update for those who care... the stitches still hurt. Feels like someone is permanently pinching the skin on my chest. Roll on Tuesday next week when they come out.

Kisses to all.

xox





* that's for you Locket... the kid never used that term but since you've requested I refrain from using the word he did use, I shall do so.