On Saturday night my sisters and I played an interesting game before bed.

No, we didn’t get into our silk nighties and pillow strip-fight you naughty naughty reader. We played, who knows who best? We asked each other a series of questions. Some were silly: What do you find the most attractive physical feature in a man? Some were more serious: Name the person’s worst personality trait.

We had to give an answer for each sister, and then ourselves. For the most part, we were absolutely right. I mean, we all came from the same womb, dressed alike for at least the first seven years of life, and now analyze one another until we’re green in the face - either with envy or nausea.

So, when it came down to discussing the best and worst of ourselves it wasn’t all that surprising.

Nevertheless, it was an intriguing game and I highly recommend giving it a try with someone you’re close with. Let me know how it goes (and if you’re still in contact with the person after they tell you your worst personality and physical traits are you’re a selfish ego-maniac with bad breath and a uni-brow then good on you..sometimes honesty is not the best policy, my friends).

P.S. our game avoided the worst physical feature question. Us sistas are way too sensitive for that shit. We all feared running out of paper, even though we all know we are ridiculously hot. right? nevermind. i blame FHM magazine and Gisele whats-her-name. We can’t all be bronzed brazilian bitches. Some us are just freckled bitches.  

This post ain’t finished yet my pretties. oh no no no. 

I also wanted to make a quick comment on the recent Nelson Mandela birthday bash held in my beloved London.

I read Amy Winehouse sang “Rehab” for Nelson with the accompaniment of gospel choir backup singers. I might be wrong on the details, but does anyone else think this is perhaps the most bizarre thing to happen since the cloning of sheep or new kids on the block releasing a new single (which i kinda sorta know the words to now. ahem)? I think not.

Regardless, that is a badass song (Rehab not New Kids) and if it’s good enough for Nelson, well, it’s good enough for me.

Happy mondays,

L x

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