I haven't completed a written assignment, of any kind, for any reason, for 25 years. I dropped out of university about a billion times because I couldn't submit papers.
So it comes as no surprise that facing my first written assignment for yoga teacher-training was a somewhat confronting experience, involving many an industrious evening washing walls, de-pilling my handknits, and watching mile after riveting mile of Fashion TV.
I also complained, bitterly. A Lot. To anyone who'd listen. The Iranian Guys, the poor, captive audience/employees at my local milk bar, know all about it.
And to those forbearing souls whom I've driven completely bonkers with my whinging,
just in case you give a damn, anymore...
I got my name in lights with notcelebrity.co.uk
Of course, there'll be another one coming in a couple of weeks. And I'll be back to my ornery, bitching ways.
But until then, I promise faithfully to shut the fuck up.
