RIP Chris Sievey aka Frank Sidebottom. A ridiculously funny character and a true English eccentric, I’m imagining him and little Frank in heaven together. I saw Frank at his Tate Britain restrospective a good few years ago and had that inane grin you can only get when basking in the glory of a genius, I [...]]]>

RIP Chris Sievey aka Frank Sidebottom. A ridiculously funny character and a true English eccentric, I’m imagining him and little Frank in heaven together. I saw Frank at his Tate Britain restrospective a good few years ago and had that inane grin you can only get when basking in the glory of a genius, I also laughed until I cried. I ‘m going to go home and shed some tears into my Frank Sidebottom pillow, wear my life-size Frank mask and get his single to number one.

I am now a year older, hooray! While the rest of you were getting flowers or sleeping through a gin induced coma I started my day propped up in bed having a gossip in bed with flatmates over a tasty Jing Earl Grey. Full present update will follow, but I did get a handmade Frank [...]]]>

I am now a year older, hooray! While the rest of you were getting flowers or sleeping through a gin induced coma I started my day propped up in bed having a gossip in bed with flatmates over a tasty Jing Earl Grey. Full present update will follow, but I did get a handmade Frank Sidebottom pillow, which is right up my street.

Oysters and champagne in Selfridges followed, with a walk down towards Soho on what must have been one of the first sunny days of the year, a bag of chestnuts soaking up the booze. Pure bliss. It ended less stylishly with some awesome UK garage karaoke, interspersed with bits of Lady Gaga and an eye-watering song called Birthday Sex. Anyway, it’s a bit late but hope you had some loved up times, and this takes us neatly into a bromantic display of homoerotic horseplay, a mash-up of Lady Gaga with Star Trek. Some of my favourite things. Courtesy of Arabelle.