Hey there,
Coo, a midweek post. What could this be about? Luckily, nothing scary. Tomorrow is the Chameleons’s Christmas do. Yes, I *know* we’re not into December just yet, but beggars can’t be choosers can they. I have my outfit planned – I even managed a quick dry run – and with a smile from Lady Luck, yes Cinders, you shall go to the ball. Bring on the poptastic MP3s and heels you can just about dance in! đ
For those about to (f)rock, we salute you!
Hope to see you there,
Lynn
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[ Lyric: Girls Aloud’s Long Hot Summer. I begin to wonder if in fact the Girls Aloud lyrics are in fact some type of belief system for transgender life. đ ]
Have a fabby time y’all, and don’t forget your camera! You know the rules, if there isn’t any photographic evidence, then it didn’t happen!
As for me, I shall be spending the night in yet another Travelodge. Doh!
Sorry you couldn’t make it Maddie. But I won’t ask what you were doing in a travelodge. đ And yes, the evidence will appear shortly…
Maddie > The camera was remembered… as was a set of fully charged batteries. I hope all went well!
Rachel > Shhh… Maddie’s a professional assassin. Hence the travel! đ