This blog contains fifi-belle's passionate expressions of love for sparkling burgundy, chocolate, wine, Vince Noir, Adrian Mole and barbeques. Sometimes fifi has a potty-mouthed angry day and raves about how much she hates John Howard, capitalism and vegetarian 'sausages'.
I have severed the nerves in the right hand side of my left index finger. Its really hard to type. Tomorrow a plastic surgeon is going to reattach them, I hope. Meanwhile, I can't do anything. And my bandage already smells like garlic because I tried to cook pork spare ribs. Everyone needs pork spare ribs when they sever their nerves. I love meat. its so good.
An honest man who speaks his mind (and is a woman) with a larrikin streak; famously witty and equally devoted to steak and mushrooms. Bossy, over-committed and into politics, Fifi would make a fab Prime Minister, if she could find a party that was left wing enough for her. The ALP isn't even close. To look at, she is tall and blonde with the willowy Scandinavian good looks of an IKEA floor lamp.
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