This (her latest post) made me cringe:
I think that I’ve mentioned Beauty Pie’s Plantastic Apricot Butter Cleansing Balm before, but it more than deserves its own review post so that I can truly go to town in the rave department.
(What the hell is a rave department? Imagine! Is it part of the local government offering? Does the council have a little section in its open plan offices specifically set aside for administrative tasks related to raving? Or is it more of a sole employee job? I like to think that his name is Tony – no, Tone – and that his job description is raving: the promotion and preservation of. Perhaps there a little sign on his desk that says “Head of Rave Department”. Tone, Head of Raving, spends all of his time at work absolutely spangled, topless, a whistle around his neck and hair drenched in sweat, dancing to tunes that only he can hear as he repeatedly photocopies documents just to see the light go backwards and forwards.
“Tone. Tone mate? Have you got that form BH796 for Mrs Middleton’s Bereavement Allowance? Tone! Tony! Oh never mind. I’ll get it myself