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Day 162: You Keep Me Running Round and Round

'I'm so tall, I'm so tall' runs the Blancmange classic 80's song 'Living on the Ceiling'. 'Up and down, I'm up the wall, I'm up the bloody tree'. Forgotten how fabulously silly it is until Berocca recently put it to use in their latest ad. There is something amazing about advertising. I hate to be sold to—I'm particularly gullible—but the way a story can be told in thirty seconds is an art form worthy of appreciation. The tag line for this ad is 'You, but on a really good day'. On a really good day you can, with the help of Berocca (and its phenylalanine and aspartame—let me make a promise to tell you my theories about this one day, you'll be so happy I did), dance in a co-ordinated, and frankly beautiful manner, on treadmills set up in the middle of a town square with a group of fellow Berocca users. That is a good day. From today's photo you may be able to tell that I am either not taking Berocca or not having a good day. Regardless, this was a fun way to do a shoot. I'll have to do it again with a real camera that isn't as sensitive to my flying off the end of the treadmill or my dear photographer laughing while I did.

List_Addict               Irene

I was eager for tea-room suggestions for topics today. Someone, eating cupcakes at the time, suggested I talk about the word 'moist'. What is it about the word 'moist' that makes so many people cringe. Like the word 'panties'. There is actually a Facebook page called 'I Hate the Word Moist'—an open page so feel free to pop over there and share your aversion to the word. It has nearly three thousand members! It is hard to exlain. I think it is hated because it seems like a thinly disguised euphemism for something much seedier. Same with panties. It seems like something snivelling perverts would say, gleefully, with a lisp, while rubbing their hands together. They would have strange points to the ends of their noses. Even the definitions and synonyms of moist are wrong. Don't describe a yucky word with another: damp, clammy, mucid, drippy, oozy. They're not as bad—they don't have their own Facebook pages after all. Panties at least has 'undies' or 'underwear' or even the more exotic 'lingerie'. Moist is a lost cause.

The Outfit
Top: Op-shopped
Jacket: Op-shopped
Shirt: Op-shopped
Cowl: Retail, can't recall what brand
Shoes: Iron Fist

Photographer de Jour: Miss L——

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  1. Prior to reading this blog post, I would immediately think of chocolate cake when I heard the word moist. After reading this blog post, I need a shower.

    Great skirt though.

    1. I'm sorry. Could you try thinking of chocolate cake when you hear 'damp' or 'slightly wet' instead?


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