It felt like a hit in the solar plexus.
Nigella – from fanshare.com
I’d just finished laughing online about my domestic weekend making soup and pizza and calling myself Nigella when the photos came through on the internet.
Nigella being throttled by her husband, 70 year old Charles Saatchi.
And there it was, the evidence – as if I needed any – that domestic violence occurs in every strata, every class, every marriage – celeb or not – and it is brutal.
Wealth, beauty, charm, talent, and even fame will not shield you from it, necessarily. Read more... (774 words, 2 images, estimated 3:06 mins reading time)
O darling bed, how I love thee. We must get together more often. Luv & kisses Vix xx
I am almost shaking with excitement. Little sparks of energy are throbbing in my veins and my eyes are wide open. It’s Friday afternoon and I’m wired.
Relax Mum, I’m not drugged to the eyeballs. There’s no reason to call an intervention – unless you wish to do so. And if you do, please make it happen in a cafe with industrial strength coffee. Syringe optional. Read more... (691 words, 2 images, estimated 2:46 mins reading time)
Monty aka Monteith the Monster. Public Enemy Number One. Are you afraid?
Grumpy cat might want to turn to another web page, because this is not pretty.
In fact this is serious. Fabulous felines are under attack from the unlikely but deadly…
Kiwi Kitty Killer
New Zealand financier Gareth Morgan.
He rose to prominence recently as his ‘Cats to Go’ campaign really grabbed the NZ media with little sound-nuggets like this:
“That little ball of fluff you own is a natural born killer.”
and.. Read more... (558 words, 3 images, estimated 2:14 mins reading time)
The dark shadows were undefined.
Shadows with fins.
What kind of danger lay beneath the surf?
“I think it’s just seaweed.”
“Are you sure.”
“Yup” I said definitely. But I wasn’t.
We plunged into the water gasping back the salty brine, splashing and thrashing with delight. Just like the swimmers in Amityville. Later with glasses of ruby red in hand we surveyed the day’s photo stream. The beautiful beach at New Chums sparkling as if laid with diamonds, the walk through the native bush with Toi Toi and Flax flowering, and then the shots of the steely blue water, iced with spray and populated with dark black shadows. Read more... (938 words, 9 images, estimated 3:45 mins reading time)
Oscar Wilde once said the worst thing wasn’t people talking about you, but rather people not talking about you. I love Oscar Wilde, but in this I think he’s wrong.
Ask me no questions and I’ll tell you no lies.
In our post-Internet age where reputations can be irreparably destroyed with a few clicks of the send button, people saying the ‘wrong things’ about you, can be devastating. Especially if you are young and vulnerable apropos a teenager. Read more... (855 words, 2 images, estimated 3:25 mins reading time)