From
time-to-time, I say things I wish I hadn’t.
Like the
time I said to a girl from school “You’ve got a big black hair on your face –
let me get it off for you” … only to find it was attached.
Or the time
I congratulated a girl at the gym on being pregnant (we’ve all done it…). She actually ran out crying… I’m not joking…
SHE RAN OUT CRYING!
My friend
Kath – has a similar problem. I saw her
and my BFF Scooter in Perth last week.
Kath always
says what she thinks – but not in a bold, brash way, it’s in a really
naïve, ‘innocent' kinda way.
Once at a
ball, she said to me: “You’ve got such a nice figure so why are you wearing
that sack?”.
Last
Thursday at a charity beach party in Freemantle (it hadn’t rained for 6 months
in Perth – but did last Thursday!!!), she said:
“I really like to dress-up but Mandy has just come in what she had in
her suitcase”.
Okay – I
admit I was a little underdressed for the event – and yes, I had to make do
with what was in my suitcase, which according to Kath, didn’t adhere to the
“Freo-chic” dress code for the event.
On the way
home with Scoot and Paul as chauffeurs, Kath (who’d consumed several champagnes
by this stage) said Claremont – where Scoot has just bought a new house, was
just like Doncaster. Earlier in the day,
Scoot had told me Claremont was kinda like Malvern or Armadale. Hmmmm.
Kath on the
other hand has just bought a 7 bedroom, 7 bathroom monstrosity in Dalkeith,
which is apparently, just like… Toorak!
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