the end was just the beginning
What a freaking week! It kicked off with James Packer and his best friend beating the living crap out of each other and ended with Gwyneth Paltrow trying to end "The Mommy Wars" ... But let's kick off the round-up with this rather striking shot ... >> Neil Patrick Harris has posed nude on the cover... Continue Reading →
My separation bible, HuffPost Divorce, recently ran a story called "11 Things You Can Look Forward To About Single Life". Now there's a clickable headline for someone in my predicament! It asked readers to share the one thing they appreciated most about being on their own since their divorces. Here's what they had to say ... 1. "Your... Continue Reading →
Why does it keep feeling like I blink and my whole world turns? Even little things keep ambushing me. Take the weather: Sydney is so freaking cold all of a sudden. I can't believe the kids and I were swimming at the beach just two short weeks ago ... it was GORGEOUS ... Now I'm... Continue Reading →
So, there's this thing called the Met Ball .. it's organised each year by Vogue magazine as a fundraiser for the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York. Tickets cost $25,000 big ones and MASSES of celebs go ... they also social media their asses off before, during and after ... and I just couldn't... Continue Reading →
“Where is it I've read that someone condemned to death says or thinks, an hour before his death, that if he had to live on some high rock, on such a narrow ledge that he'd only room to stand, and the ocean, everlasting darkness, everlasting solitude, everlasting tempest around him, if he had to remain... Continue Reading →
My eyes went as wide as saucers when I read about lifelong friends James Packer and David Gyngell fighting like "two mad dogs" on the street in Bondi on Sunday afternoon. Perhaps the most shocking bit of the report - for me - on the SMH website was this: According to alleged witness claims, people... Continue Reading →
"He makes his choices. He can do—whatever. We're divorced, and you can see why ... Brad is not mean-spirited; he would never intentionally try to rub something in my face. In hindsight, I can see him going, 'Oh—I can see that that was inconsiderate' ... There's a sensitivity chip that's missing." Jennifer Aniston, Vanity Fair, 2005 While... Continue Reading →
I drove past the first house I ever bought earlier this week. Ah, memories! It's on a busy road in Petersham, opposite a petrol station, which made it nice and cheap (there was also the small matter of a bikie gang having established a clubhouse over the back fence, but I didn't discover THAT until... Continue Reading →
You'd think the "bad dream" aspect to my personal drama would have experienced a massive wake-up call by now. But no. It's been almost three months and I still can't quite believe it's not a nightmare. I've been partially deaf the past few days and Husband would normally be around to help. Instead I've prevaricated... Continue Reading →
Such a sad, sad week for the stars. The cause of Peaches Geldof's death was finally revealed, we lost beloved newsreader Ian Ross, and the movie world is a smaller place without Bob Hoskins. If I were to be flippant, which would be entirely inappropriate in the circumstances, there was also extensive mourning over the... Continue Reading →
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