|Mandy Nolan||Updated October 29, 2012|
It’s amazing just where the mind goes when you’re trying to sleep. I haven’t had a full night’s sleep since about 1995.
The days of putting my head on the pillow and then awakening refreshed the next morning are long gone. I doze. Then I wake and drink water. I go back to sleep. Then I feel cold, so I’ll pull up the covers.Read more »
The other day I answered the phone to someone after Mandy Nolan. After a brief conversation the caller asked if I could put her on to my wife. For the past few weeks I’ve been talking like a man. Sure, it’s sexy if you are into women who sound like John Laws, but personally I am finding the sound of my own voice a bit creepy.Read more »
In just two days I’ll be middle class. Our new house is finally ready for occupation. The kids are excited; not only will they get their own bedrooms, I’ll actually let their friends into the house. Currently I greet parents of their buddies through a crack in the front door. ‘Come back in two weeks, we are almost fabulous!’ Read more »
Apparently we judge people by their cars. In a study that I heard being discussed on ABC radio a few weeks back, the car is the item that women in particular feel the most judged by. Really? I thought we judged each other by the size of our arses and how rich our husbands were? Or how fabulous our children’s achievements are, or how swish our homewares? Read more »
Every time I pass the newsagents I spy another trashy tabloid brandishing glossy images of stick-figure actresses who are supposed to personify beauty. To me it just looks like another hungry woman who doesn’t like herself very much. Somehow we are supposed to not only admire these super-rich anorexics but we are meant to strive to be just like them. Read more »