What men think when you wear a gilet:
The Brit: "Oh my God, it's the...gilet."
The Quiet American: "That's made outta ostrich right?"
The Welshman: "Are you wear-ing a rab-bit?"
What women think when you wear a gilet:
Canadian colleague: "Oh my, you look lovely."
She Who Also Loves Tweed: "Ooh, can I touch it? Oh sorry...didn't mean to touch your breast."
Tory colleague: That's very Made In Chelsea.
Oh I know love, I know.
To be clear, it's 100% fake fur and made neither of rabbit or ostrich. Crafted from fine, 100% lifelike, silky polyurethane wool fibres.
Worn with black pleather pants. Obvs.
The secrecy bill in South Africa
Everyone's had their say across social networks and so forth, myself included, but frankly it's devastating. Enraged the fuck out of me.
I spent most of my working life writing for the media. And now the ANC is making a mockery of it. Fighting for freedom and then destroying it.
It doesn't make me relieved I'm here; it makes me angry that no one can stop the landslide into censorship and communism there.
Stalin would've approved.
We got new windows
Dad arrived, and obvs this fell on the same day the builders came in to give us new windows.
In Europe, most houses have double glazed windows. Essentially this means a double-glassed window, with Argon gas in between the two panes. A double thick heavy duty window.
Because it gets donkey fuck cold.
Our flat had single pane windows, and the Brit's balls were starting to fall off and my ovaries were beginning to seize.
Now we are warm and cozy. And! We can't hear the traffic as much on the road below.
It's these small things that make one fuckload of a difference.