Readers, a question has flooded in! Well, a problem, really. For me to solve. This is awesome. Maybe after this I'll at last fulfill my dream of having my own problem page in a magazine or something? It could be called "Agony Amber". Magazine editors: call me! Now, before I put my Agony Amber hat on, a couple of three quick disclaimers: 1. Am totally not qualified to give anyone advice, about anything. OK, maybe shoes. Say what you will, but I DO know shoes. 2. Will give it a shot anyway. Because any excuse to get all wordy on you is just fine by me. 3. This is REALLY wordy. More ...
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Remember the Hair Scroo? They're the hair grips from the 90s which I was obsessed with finding a couple of years ago, because they're basically the ONLY thing that actually holds my hair up, and which I'm able to use without hours of arm-aching faffing around. I did eventually manage to track some of these down on eBay - in fact, I'm wearing them right now - and bought enough to last me for the rest of my life, but I know some of you out there are still looking for them, so you'll be pleased to know that the Hair Scroo has been tracked down by my lovely readers! Several of you have cont...
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Terry: Last night I had a nightmare. I dreamt we were in a car crash. The car rolled over onto its roof, and I was trapped inside it... Me: Wow, that must have been scary! Terry: And then you got out and started taking photos for your blog. [dramatic pause] Me: I'm totally blogging that dream...
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Oh my holy hell. After a few weeks of wearing my Invisalign brace on my lower teeth, I thought I was totally prepared for the first tray for my uppers. Sure, the first week or so had been harder than I'd anticipated: while the brace wasn't painful, it had taken me a while to get used to the sensation of having something in my mouth all the time, and at first I'd frequently found myself thinking I was going to gag (I didn't). After about a week of this, though, I was completely used to it, and was barely even thinking about it any more, so I headed off to collect the next tray for my lower t...
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I try my best not to read the Daily Mail - or the Daily Fail, as I like to think of it. Inevitably, any time I follow a link there by mistake, I end up on the site for an hour, clicking from one hideous story to the next and ranting and raving to anyone who will listen about the sheer idiocy that's generally displayed over there in such great levels. It makes me sad for humanity, it really does. The link I followed to the Fail today (sent to me by reader Maayam) was no different: I ranted about it until Terry finally got up and went to the gym just to get away from me, but this time I wasn'...
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