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'.
Has anyone every noticed that the word "discovery" includes the words Very Disco backwards? This has nothing to do with anything. My important scientific discovery of the day is that there is a little known neural connection between my brain and my stomach. Like the kill switch on Pauline's Gemini, my brain won't operate unless I'm eating something. This is not helpful. Anyway, I have to stop updating now because I have to go get something to eat.
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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I think I have that neural connection as well. It also connects to drinking cups of tea and white wine (but not at the same time). I don't know, there's something about the act of consuming that just gets the brain kick started =) Stranger still is the fact that I managed to sleep through two sets of alarms this morning only to wake up when someone called me on my mobile at 9:30. Totally late.
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