The little boy was part of my priest costume for halloween a few years ago.

senses a trend with ND... as his xmas costume had a lil "rudolph" lighting up his kilt.

Perhaps it's my age, but I'm completely over going up the food chain when it comes to consumer stuff. I go straight to the top. Works every. single. time

TOTALLY true. When the asshats who ran the last school I worked at had failed and failed and failed to answer any of my emails over the summer, and had not organised my flight out to Egypt (despite the fact that they'd sorted out my flatmate's flight three months earlier), and it was getting to the point where I NEEDED TO BE IN FUCKING EGYPT, and was thinking that since I clearly wasn't going to be there for my birthday, maybe I could make the best of it and splash out for tickets for the Serenity premier up in Edinburgh...well, eventually I emailed the Big Big Big Boss himself, or at least cc'd him in on my email, explaining my concerns about the professionalism of the organisation.

Got a reply straight away.

Meanwhile - well, as it happens there is a (Christian) Convent on the same road where I work - clearly I need to go in there and mug a nun.

thinks

Or maybe just find a hot nun. One or the other.

Today I am apparently "totally English from head to toe". I'm quite chuffed by the number of compliments the ensemble has garnered, even from small boys (bless my little buggers!). It's a new skirt I had made at a tailor's I know, and a pretty blouse that I hardly ever wear 'cause it doesn't really go with most of my stuff. Plus a scarf made of mottled vaguely verdigris gold thread. (And very sparkly gold shoes. I think the shoes probably aren't very English at all, but hey, it's Thailand.)

(My mate spent a couple of wees in a Tibetan monastery over the summer, and was ogling the monks the whole damn time. But I don't think he actually did anything untoward.)

Wheeeee! I'm off to Singapore next Tuesday! To hook up with my mate and attend a Muslim wedding (of people I don't know!) in a Singapore Mosque. I think I'm going to wear what I'm wearing now - my only concern is cleavage. I mean, this isn't a cleavagey slut bomb shirt at all, but showing any of the skin is going to be inappropriate, and it's got a sort of...er, whatever you call a neckline that's got a vertical slit coming down from a Chinese-style collar. Not coming down FAR. By my usual standards. But, you know, still probably a bit too saucy. I'm going to aim for careful scarf-wearing, I think.

Any of the Muslim weddings I've been to, the cleavage slutbomb look wouldn't have been out of place, Fay. I'd be more worried if I was going to a Christian wedding in Singapore. They can be quite strict. Singapore! Delicious food! Although, it's not like the food where you are now is inedible or anything...

Any of the Muslim weddings I've been to, the cleavage slutbomb look wouldn't have been out of place, Fay.

Ah, well, there is that. (I remember the outfits some of the mums used to wear when they came to school functions - I don't think anything ever topped the skintight red leather trouser suit worn with a [very expensive designer] higeb, wildly expensive fuck-me heels and a truckload of bling, but some of them came close.)

Although, it's not like the food where you are now is inedible or anything...

tries to look martyred. fails spectacularly

I manage, somehow. I mean, it's a trial, but I cope.

Mind you, Singaporean cuisine will be a whole new thing for me - looking forward to it!

Congratulations, Suzi! So awesome!

Gris, Raul Esparza was on Pushing Daisies tonight.

Yeah! And as a love interest for Kristen Chenoweth!

I sense some fantastic musical numbers in future episodes, which is more than enough to keep me watching despite my "Do I love it or hate it?" ambiguity about the show.

Fay, is there ever a time you're NOT "totally English from head to toe"?

Occasionally my right hand thinks it's Egyptian.

Seriously, though, nobody's ever actually said that to me. I don't think. Um. Although my current boss was reminiscing about her first sight of me in Thailand, in particularly CrazyEnglishwomanAbroad mode, arriving in the airport with floorlength skirt and the lovely straw hat I bought in San Francisco cla.)mped onto my head, wheeling along a suitcase and a meowing catbox.

(Well, the contents of the box were doing the actual meowing. Obviously. Not the box itself. Um.)

I just bought a book about Singapore. It sounds very exciting!

floorlength skirt and the lovely straw hat I bought in San Francisco clamped onto my head, wheeling along a suitcase and a meowing catbox

Trade the cat for a kid and you could have been Anna Leonowens.

Trade the cat for a kid and you could have been Anna Leonowens.

Big time.

And I am here teaching small Siamese children. Some of whom are related to the king. And I do, being me, randomly break into song with alarming frequency.