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I had the great misfortune this week to meet one of those people who make normal, sane women want to throw up. You know the type: Perfect Life Woman.
Groomed to Joan Collins proportions, neater than a Barratt show- home, so squeaky clean you could eat a Caesar salad off the back of her head and not leave a tidemark. She was so perfectly turned-out that for a second, the crazy thought flashed through my head that she may in fact have been coated in plastic, like those little Lego figures with the clip-on hair.See the full content of this document
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Sdj Talking Wm Sense
Anyway, she wasn't (although the hair could have been clip-on, I'm still not sure). She deigned to speak - clear a...
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