Eyeliner…

So I’m getting into make-up. Or as my pal Colette was known to say, ‘manky’. I don’t why I find that so très amusant but I do.

I’m having a bash a the old wingèd eyeliner. See what I did there? I went all Shakespeare on your ass.

Tell me what you think. This:

or this:

or even this?

and now, for my final act, I present the token disinterested blogger picture

I love how Photobooth makes everyone so self-obsessed.

Knowing More Than You Thought

bohemea:

“Do you know any gay people?” Sir Ian McKellen asks the class. Silence. Heads shake. “Well, you do now. I’m gay.” It’s my turn to speak up. “You know two now. I used to go to this school — and I’m gay,” I offer. “You know three now,” a sixth-former chips in. The other pupils don’t look too surprised, and he seems admirably comfortable in his sexuality. Silence. Then: “Erm. Well. You know four now.” Heads shoot around to see a uniformed boy, leaning close to Sir Ian. Mouths fall slightly open — including mine — but nobody speaks. Then Sir Ian says, in that mellifluous voice of his, “Well. How about that? It turns out we all know quite a few more gay people than we thought we did.”

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