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'.
John Cleese can't do silly walks any more, because he has arthritis. I was at the pub with some Scottish blokes last night and neither of them knew about Mogwai the band. Everything about the world is wrong, plain wrong. Apparently this is called apocalyptic nihilism, not to be confused with ni-ism, which is an intense feeling of desire for shrubberies.
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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At least he didn't get an erection in public!
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