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Cleo Twyford is dodging minor disasters, indulging in
chick chat and wielding random insignificant theories.
(And talking about herself in third person)

 
True reality television
Thursday, January 25, 2007
It occurs to me that true reality television is actually people sitting on the couch watching a television show that is reality television, which is a show about people sitting on the couch watching reality television ...

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posted by Cleo Twyford @ 9:43 AM   0 comments  
A hairy business - Coping with koala ears and cowlicks
Sunday, January 21, 2007
Just before Christmas I got the perfect haircut. Yes, it may have seemed impossible but it's true. I looooved it, and wanted to marry my hairdresser, even though she did ask me "did you cut your own hair?" in a tut tut manner, and then, worse, "you colored your own hair, didn't you?" with a sneer.
Although now that it's grown a bit, my haircut has developed what is known, technically as 'koala ears'. Well actually I've discovered it's not the hair cut, it's just my nuisance hair,which not only has in-built koala ears, but also boasts an out-of-control cow lick. The cow-lick was okay at the beginning since that part of my new fringe was cut extra short, but now it's longer it's completely unmanageable. I'm tempted to take the scissors to it myself, but that is most certainly disaster childhood-Barbie material.

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posted by Cleo Twyford @ 10:53 AM   0 comments  
The bottom line on self love
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
All I can say is that I MUST be loving myself more now I'm in my mid thirties ... the reason I know this is because I saw a close-up photo of my bottom getting into a helicopter the other day, and for the first time in my entire life, I didn't think my backside looked too big. Wonders will never cease.
posted by Cleo Twyford @ 3:38 PM   0 comments  
Your dancing style gets stuck in a time warp
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
Yes, I had a holiday season revelation (as opposed to resolutions, which have already bitten the dust) while dancing at the Night Cat in Fitzroy. I think my dancing style is stuck in a 90s time warp ... and I'm not talking about the 'jump to the left, take a step to the Ri-i-i-ight, put your hands on your hips, and pull your knees in tight' type Time Warp (Although I was rather good at that one in the eighties - I completely mastered pulling my knees in tight while rollerskating at Carribbean Rollerama).
So while the Night Cat has wonderful red half light great for hiding mid-thirties wrinkles, it's impossible to hide my age since my 90s dance style was out loud and proud for everyone to see.

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posted by Cleo Twyford @ 9:32 AM   1 comments  
 
This blog is blathered by a 30-something constant bridesmaid sometimes known as:
Cleo Twyford
Who trips over a lot in:
Melbourne, Victoria, AU

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Confession: I am really bad at reverse parking Confession 2: I have an inner Evil Bridesmaid Confession 3: I have mastered fridge-grazing as a meal option Confession 4: There is a committee in my head and sometimes they are loud. Yes, okay you can shut up now. I said shut up. Sorry about that.
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