The National Lottie

Via: Stadium Love

Via: I Can Read

We’d like to invite you on an Awesome Tour of Sydney, a virtual tour with a twist that could end up with you jetting off to New South Wales, Australia!

You don’t need to ask me twice so myself and McG are off to London on Saturday morning to strut our blogger-booties in the hopes of being picked to fly off to the land of Oz.

Wish me luck.

Tickets seemed to be the order of the day on Thursday.

The tickets for The Horseshoe Hustle and the Burlesque Ball arrived in the post.

Unfortunately I also returned to my car today to find this parking fine attached to the windscreen.

Get your ticket for the Hustle here.

Burlesque tickets are available here.

More here & here.

Bruce is the boss! That’s who.

Darren talks about the gig here.

Yes, you can say those three little words too much.

Their strength lies in their truth and spontaneity.

They should not be used lightly or tossed about on a whim.

Nor should they be used in conjunction with any other normal every day set of words. They are special. Set them apart.

I will only utter those three little words when I absolutely need to. In those moments when I unconditionally, painfully, passionately mean them. When the urge to convey how I feel becomes so intolerably ferocious that I can no longer hold the words inside your mouth.

That way you will know whether I say them ten time a day or once a week, I always mean them. Always.

I am a mimic, a thief. I do not exist.

I gather rubies and pearls from those I meet, unintentional but recognised.

Flattery at it’s best?

A stolen laugh here, a smile, an expression. Little boundaries for my sanity.

You flick through my pages and you’ll find no two alike.

And now, I’ve stolen this.