Writer's block? No, just blocked,I'm afraid.

A girl like I has not posted for a while, indeed I am sure it is all my followers can think about. This is because I was either thinking or drinking. May I recommend M and S mulled cider as 'tis very weak but you can feel festive while stringing together a few words coherently. More than can be said for some at my xmas do the other night. There was proper bad behaviour; groping, propositioning, telling management what you really thought of them , although most of this was unintentional-just bawling opinions across the dinner table with no regard for earshot. One guy was 'spoken to'( infer horrid meaning) by the boss, someone else was sent home, there were ejections from the bar we ended up in and no doubt many erections from all the flirting going on. Marvellous evening. Really makes Christmas and will keep us all in gossip until half-term.

Just as it's impossible to have a successful xmas do without scandal, it's impossible to have a xmas without kitsch. I found myself reflecting on this in a grotto in school the other day. Grotto-case in point. One believes that one can achieve a tasteful display of decks all in white and silver (my own fond vision) such as is regularly pored over by myself and Enid in the White Company catalogue. Or is it the The White Company catalogue? But no, naffness just creeps in, a knitted reindeer here, a speaking santa model there, next thing your ma turns up with her musical pie server set to 'Jingle Bells' and you haven't a hope. The image of oneself wafting around a palely shimmering home, in nobbut Jo Malone and cashmere, forever recedes.
Speaking of my mum, there has been a great deal of baffled scoffing at people being impeded by the weather. She's a warchild and spirit of the blitz has never left her. 'Old before their time!' is the cry, upon hearing of some fellow septuagenarian who won't go out in the snow. Now that Older Sister has bought her some sort of elastic treads for her trainers, she's quite frankly unstoppable.
I like snow because it is like living within a film. I have even been known to wear heels in snow like Cameron Diaz in The Holiday. Picturing myself in a movie just about makes up for the weather being all anyone can talk about and as Michael McIntyre pointed out, it makes the TV news, travel, sport and weather all the same. Even better, I feel and have always felt, would be to live in a Musical. Wouldn't it be great to sing a good 'aul belting tune several times daily, to express yoursel and vent your emotions? And you could liven up banalities such as queueing or traffic jams with a big, you know, 'number', chorus, dancing, jumping on cars, sliding on your knees, high kicking as you descend stairs. How has this not happened already?

I saw Wicked in London last weekend and rare as this is, it far surpassed my already overblown expectations. I was awash with emotion from my lofty position, i.e cheap seat, forced to peer furiously through opera glasses, lowering them only to mop up tears of mirth or sympathy for the girl born green and persecuted. I was so starstuck, I went to the stage door afterwards for a bit of stalking, like those peculiar fans who spent thousands going all around the world in pursuit of their idols. I wonder how I have never met any of these people but I'm told they exist. Anyway, I realised that my preferred person was in full bright green make up from our Matinee so probably wouldn't be nipping out the stage door to Subway. What a shame-we could have done a 'number' together in Victoria station...