So, you know that scene in Bridget Jones when she turns up to a party dressed as a bunny girl? I’m one of those people.
I could drink black coffee for years, or live on a diet of champagne and mineral water, but when the Queen pops round for tea, she’ll catch me sucking evaporated milk out of the tin (just to try).
I was on telly twice. Once with a boyfriend; we were at the Royal Show, and he saw no reason not to wear studs, so we got onto The Clothes Show as the worst dressed people there. Technically he did, but I was right up there with him, making my mother proud. The next time, I was sipping away at my diet coke in Richmond when someone asked if they could take my picture — yeah, sure, why not? That’s how I ended up on the documentary about ‘women who drink too much’.
So when Flash Mob said, ‘Send in a funny picture with your story’, everyone else thought they’d send in NICE pictures. Not me. No. I send in the mother of all uglies.
Anyway, here’s the link to the very groovy Flash Mob 2013 series and it’s well worth the look, for the stories there — try this one: Alison Wells’ holographic dogs. S’good, no? And I really like James Claffey’s story, Incubus. A story not included in the main page, but well worth a read, is Michelle Elvy’s Antarctica (I love Michelle’s writing, big fan).
Claire King, meanwhile, has written one that drove me to a dictionary.
the imagined perception of a pattern or meaning where it does not actually exist, as in considering the moon to have human features.