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 am so, so, happy that Labor won. So's big Kev.
Take that you miserable old bastard! Kev and Julia, you rock. While you'll probably not actually abolish capitalism and set fire to the Business Council of Australia, I like you anyway.
I was on the phone to Optus this morning when I had a scary ageing experience. Only recently recovered from the trauma of 'going up a box' from 18-24 into 25-34 (I know I can't complain) the Optus lady believed me when I said I was a 56 year old woman! Due to various bureaucratic sillies, the internet account has to be in the name of the phone account holder. That's my mum, born in 1950. So when I rang up, and I gave my birthdate as January 1950, the optus lady didn't even pause. She just believed me. I sounded like I could plausibly born in 1950, the same year John Howard froze his mojo and the same decade it was cool to wear pointy bras.
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.
