Jammy

A virtual trip to BodyJam class! It is like that "Simon says" game and you can take on the instructor or other dancers. I am shite, but hey, that's the way it is.

If you are into 50s pinup style clothing with a bit of a Gothic edge (and who isn't), Illicit is in town. The Misery Boutique stuff is loverly. Down that new Lichfield precinct, M. got a stunning pink pencil skirt with embroidery and roses, so I scuttled down for a look got a black curvehugging sunfrock. Yippee. Nice to have clothes that enhance our womanly physiques.

Have I mentioned my iriver? It is a joy to fill with music.

Went to the Erotica Expo in the weekend just gone. Seemed to create a media storm in teacup in beloved Press, not sure why as it was quite understated. Still, full nudity in the Convention Centre is not to be sneezed at.

and good old Guardian Books section has come up with another potential must read called Lost Cosmonaut

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  Kalder then undertakes a haphazard tour of the empty, dreary and practically unheard of - even in Russia - republics of Tatarstan, Kalmykia, Mari El and Udmurtia. Sticking faithfully to the spirit of the declarations, he seeks out all that is dull and decaying, and embarks on a series of obscure quests. These include a search for Mikhail Kalashnikov, inventor of the AK47 and Udmurtia's most famous son, a journey to a city dedicated to chess, and an attempt to remain in his hotel room for the entirety of one leg of his journey on the basis that "I figured no travel writer had ever done it before" (in the event, he lasted about two hours). Cocking a final snook at the traditional travel-writing genre, he also fully embraces the Shymkent Declarations' final item: "The anti-tourist loves truth, but he is also partial to lies. Especially his own.