When I usually go on hiatus one would be forgiven for thinking that I’d offed myself in a fit of desperation – you know, artist’s temperament and all that jazz – yet that’s a little dramatic/tragic even for me. The next likely cause would be that I’ve found myself in a martini-induced stupor, however, that’s where you would be wrong – I’ve been in a Muslim country, dangerously close to Ramadan and with limited access to the sweet, sweet nectar (and a reliable internet connection). I’ve been learning the finer points of how to drive like a maniac and remain unscathed yet fuelled with road rage, how to stare awkwardly at others for uncomfortably long periods and how to keep it neck-to-knee while still looking chic.
I’m en route to London where just like Kevin Bacon in Footloose, I’ll be rebelling against my wardrobe oppression and dusting off my short shorts and getting my man cleavage out. I do believe I came with 29½ kilograms of checked luggage.
Love, your Agony Uncle x
PS. Please don’t forget to keep the questions coming – it keeps me away from the duty-free hooch.
Published on 14 August 2009 by Agony Uncle