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The Joyful Raconteur: September 2004
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Sunday, September 19, 2004. Who do you love? A mwah too far. If I don’t know someone well enough to want to give them a hug when I see them, I certainly don’t want to be kissing them. And it’s not even like the whole thing is some beautiful experience from start to finish: the ritual is embarrassing, awkward and, in the very worst cases, sloppy. What about those you deal with from other companies? What’s the matter with an amicable arm pat or handshake? Posted by Katie at 4:04 pm. Now, although all Trave...
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The Joyful Raconteur: January 2005
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Sunday, January 30, 2005. Belle of the balls. When the hysterical articles started to appear in the papers, I felt mildly irked for not taking the opportunity to do a bit of wild speculation myself. Eurotrash's. Determination that BdJ is in fact a man caused me to question again why I didn't question. Quite possibly. A bored journaliste? No way. There’s a chance, of course, that she was being deliberately novice in order to flummox me, but I seriously doubt there’s a professional writer in the UK wit...
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The Joyful Raconteur: October 2004
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Friday, October 29, 2004. Loss of my innocence. And, thus, I learned about Goatse, about nullos, about fat people in fairy costumes, and the cynicism grew and the propensity for being shocked lessened, and my innocence was lost. Mention a celebrity and I’d give you the bitchy gossip about them. Friends sending me forwards with the subject: FW: fw: fw: RE: look at this! I was an internet snob. Posted by Katie at 8:26 am. Thursday, October 14, 2004. It's not my party. Posted by Katie at 5:34 pm. Arriving i...
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The Joyful Raconteur: November 2004
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Sunday, November 28, 2004. I’ve become addicted to eBay. It was all Shoewawa’s. Fault with its lovely designer shoe round up. I bought some Patrick Cox shoes in a style that’s not really that fashionable or suitable winter wear. But I’ve been hankering after a pair in that style for most of my adult life, and the fact that they were designer only added to the joy. (Plus, every time I put them on I am reminded of Daisy’s job interview for Flaps magazine in Spaced:. Daisy: I like your shoes. The car arrive...