The Floods Are Divine Judgement

We have been sent the floods for a reason. The Almighty is casting down rain with good cause and I am grateful because...

only the floods have the power to knock the bloody Beckhams off the news channels.

Yes. All this water is judgement from above that He too is sick to the back teeth of every bulletin featuring whether or not Brand Beckham and their spawn have been shopping. I don't want to see the tacky twosome sprawled half naked across one another (though recreating the shots with a pipe cleaner and an action man is quite amusing)

So what if Pish has cellulite? - it's probably the closest thing she has a to a qualification.

I'm not heartless, I wish them no ill, I wish them a happy family life in America and I wish as much of it as possible to be behind closed doors.

That aside, hello folks!  I've been a bit neglectful of the blog the last week or so.

I am still in the strange bodyclock of writing at 2am. Not that this is a complaint as I am loving writing sketches for the new radio series. I don't know if any of them will cut the mustard but the enjoyment from writing them and then having a proper writer and producer to send feedback - well I feel a bit spoilt and extremely grateful though that can also tip into guilt.  I mean surely no-one should have fun doing something which can also be classed as work?

I have also developed a facebook addiction and been happily reunited with some old school chums having previously fallen into the mindless trap of the Christmas card round robin as passing for meaningful communication.  No, now communication of real meaning is back into those friendships as we can virtually throw lobsters at each other when we should be working.

One friend who it is great to be spending frivilous online time with is Vicki from my Convent schooldays.  Perhaps we will rival Mrs Beckham & Co for newslots as if the Spice Girls are reforming perhaps it is time for the mighty return of....Saintley.  Myself, Vicki, Laura and other Becky were part of the most successful* girlband of '87. We had two original songs and three chords which immediately makes us better than Westlife.

Ah yes, the lyrical genius of 'Lady Lucifer' is probably only matched by Lennon's 'Imagine'

* successful is a subjective measurement

Comments

[kaz]

So what will we get when the Spice Girls finally reunite?
Tornado? Hurricane?

[Beki]

No Kaz , when the Spice Grrrrs reunite it will be a plague of boils and hell and brimstone will rain down from above.

Or it might get a bit blustery.

[china blue]

"So what if Pish has cellulite? - it's probably the closest thing she has a to a qualification."

Hahahaha!

The Spice Girls reformation is proof enough that we are living in the End Days. Cue the locusts...

[Pete]

I reckon they should stick them in celeb BB with say Rebecca Loos and Abby Titmuss?

[Kit]

Spice Girls reunion. Shudder.
More looking forward to a Saintley reunion. You could call yourselves Bernadette Saint, Francis of Assissi Saint, Christopher Saint, and THE Saint.