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Cleo Twyford is dodging minor disasters, indulging in
chick chat and wielding random insignificant theories.
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Ditsy escape by the skin of my lycra
Friday, December 22, 2006
This morning I was chatting to a very nice young man at the gym. We were laughing about the 1960s exercise machine that involved a vibrating wad of rubber placed around bottom and you just stand there immobile (sounds good to me!)... well except for your bottom which is wobbling madly.
Then he said if you remember the sixties then you weren't there
Me: and if you remember the eighties, then...
He: You'll still wear shoulder pads.
I only just stop myself from saying and fluro, which is lucky really since he is wearing bright fluro bike shorts and fluro green socks (two different shades of bright green fluro at that)

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This blog is blathered by a 30-something constant bridesmaid sometimes known as:
Cleo Twyford
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