Much stuff has been happenings. But I can’t blog about it. So I’m at something of an impasse.

I’ve decided to separate study stuff and personal stuff blogging wise and my studies blog is here.

But on the personal front I’m erm a bit limited, past discussing my ever diminishing diet (yay for not feeling like crap all the time, less yay to having to completely rethink my cooking). Which frankly is duller than dishwater.

I can’t blog about my occasional job cos nothing I could say wouldn’t be breaking confidentiality rules/agreements/whatevers.

And I can’t blog about my actual personal life cos the other people concerned have asked me not to. Full stop. And though it makes blogging incredibly awkward they mean a lot to me so I’m respecting that.

So if I’m not about for a while. I haven’t forgotten blogging…but I just don’t have anything I can say at the moment.

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So this is my wrongity wrong word list…

Awesomeness: denoting something is awesome, easy.
Ackcherloi/Acktuarly: much better spelling.
Eated: contributed by M+, the act of having eaten.
Speshul: again better spelling.
Electrickery: bonus points for reference
doing LOLcat adding “ing” and “ation” at the wrong time
Purdy and gawn: ‘cos down on the range talk is the kewlest.
Kewl: from V, and useful for when my c isn’t working.
Teef: works for both teeth and thief.
Sees: To see, to have seen, pretty much anything involving sight.
Misunderestimated: thank you Mister Bush.
Prix/fur/de/la: pinching foreign words a grand tradition…

What are your wrong, but oh so right,  words?

(and yeah substance will return at some point…)

Pain in the ass men stuff done. I am concentrating my time and energy on only the nice mens and womens of the world (that’d be you lot), I don’t dislike certain people, but respect is a two way street.

Did the political compass today again (did it a while ago) as M+ did his to show me (if that’s not bonding for nerds) and here within it is :

Things are irritatingly bittersweet at the moment too.  A person that I care a great deal about and whom I have regarded as at the very least having friendly feelings toward me is quite bluntly being a weird twat at the moment. I don’t know if he’s chanelling a small child, going through a further adventure of his midlife crisis (of which his behaviour toward me may well have been partly down to), or just being a cock. Its relatively recent and seems to be over agressiveness combined with being a mardy-arse.  This comes as I have spent the better part of two months composing a letter to him to be honest about how much I do care. Part of me thinks “fuck you” but the bigger part of me says regardless I’m still going to give him the letter and if it is goodbye forever (which seems highly likely) then so be it.  Sad as that makes me.
But my protective loyalty toward him regarding his behaviours is diminishing every second that he is a total ass (though it won’t diminish total because despite my very bestest attempts not to I do care).  He’s just being a twat frankly.

Be ready for the come down children…but in the meantime I give you Cake…

Anyways I have thus far discovered that I live in *the* whitest area possible (99.2%), which I can’t say I really needed figures to tell me. Even five years down the line I’m startled by the lack of diversity about these parts. I’m in a majority as a woman, a considerable minority as a student and a minority as an atheist. Also there’s still about 7% of people lacking a bathroom around here…Oddly this doesn’t entirely surprise me, there are plenty of outdoor loo buildings around here, the coal man is still a regular fixture, and one of the rag and bone men has his cart pulled by horse…

But I did finally discover who my local candidates are:

Candidate 1 is the incumbent, Labour, female, irritating. She grins a lot, to the extent that I’m starting to wonder if someone has infact taped the sides of her mouth up. She’s pro ID cards, top up fees, and voted against an investigation into the Iraq war.

Candidate 2. New tory boy. Replacing his deceased partner who stood in the previous elections. Which strikes me as both very C18th and a slightly strange baton to pass on. From his very shiny leaflet I know that he stands outside of buildings quite a lot, looking somewhat creepy.

Candidate 3. Lib Dem. Failed to get a seat somewhere else in the county at the last election. He has a science degree, which makes me like him a bit more…But has a job title that makes him sound vaguely as though he does something dodgy with men with big moustaches, briefcases, and monobrows in rooms with ceiling fans and sinister lighting.

Candidate 4. Is a racist fuckwit, and unfortunately will probably poll third.At least.

Candidate 5. Is from the Official Monster Raving Loony Party. I have to say I am rather taken with policy point number 25 from their website “NHS Dentistry.
All newly trained Dentists will be require to have three teeth removed, 2 fillings and root canal work done without anesthetic. Then they will know the agony they inflict on the rest of us.”. And also point 42 “All teachers should come to school dressed as pink teddy bears then they will not be so intimidating.”…

Unless I am overtaken by a desire for dentist torture, and the prospect of poetic licensing I will most likely be going for the LibDem candidate. Which is in many ways quite a dispiriting thought, since the chances of the poor sod winning are pretty low. I am located, after all, in the heart of fascism. Around these parts Conservatives are practically hippies.

Of course Mr LibDem might help his chances a bit, by catching up with the other candidates and actually do some canvassing…Just an idea there.

The 42…

The Dogs of Riga-Henning Mankell
I’m divided over Mankell’s decision to stop writing Wallander novels. Partly I think its absolutely right to stop whilst at a good place, writing wise, rather than dragging things out. Buuuut I really love the Wallander stories, they are almost as perfect as Sjowall and Wahloo.

Love Lucy-Lucille Ball
One of only two celebrity memoirs I own (the other being Cybill Shepherd’s considerably more frank biography). Clearly there’s some editing of history, as there is in all memoirs (unless you’re too honest for your own good) but its enjoyable none the less. I am a devoted Lucille Ball fan. Not only as Lucy, but her earlier films (often ignored) too. And post “I Love Lucy” was a bit, erm, shaky shall we say. I suspect though if you don’t love Lucy its probably not for you.

Pugin-Land-Michael Fisher
I have this for the pictures more than anything. My architectural loves are very different. On one hand I love Frank Lloyd Wright and Bauhaus modernist brutality (though Le Corbusier is a stretch for me it has to be said), but on the other I love over decorated Gothic revivalism. Pugin is best known for his work on the Houses of Parliament, but his ecclesiastical work is where the very religious man was most fantastical. My atheist ass may not step into churches very often, but the ones in this book (all in Staffordshire) are just stunning.

The Tale of Peter Rabbit-Beatrix Potter
My paternal grandmother bought me 6/7 (I’d have to go and count them) of the Beatrix Potter books when I was very small. I love Beatrix Potter’s tales, not only are they beautifully drawn, but they’re brutal. A couple of years ago a chap in The Guardian (I think?) was discussing the cruelty in the stories and how he didn’t want to read them to his children because of that. Yes they are cruel, but erm newsflash so are children. In fact its one of the things I quite admire about small children, their capacity for directness to the point of tears and cunning that would make Machiavelli proud. The farmer plans to eat Peter and Benjamin, well that’s what farmers do. I’ve met enough of them to know they properly bloody enjoy bunny removal. Sadly (though I do get why rabbits annoy them).

The Art of Barbie-Craig Yoe
I know there’s lots of reasons that I *shouldn’t* like Barbie, but I don’t care. a) I find many of the reasons spurious and insulting and b) I’ve never been especially inclined to do what I’m supposed to. Personally I think its part of my charm. Others may disagree. Anyway there’s plenty of subversive images of Barbie in here, the kind that Mattel go hyper legal over (though I suspect they’re still a bit embarrassed by the Aqua case-Danish mad as feck pop strumpets 1, Mattel 0) and its all the more fabulous for the subversion.

The Acid House-Irvine Welsh
Lots of people seem a bit scared of the fact that Welsh writes in dialect, but fear not you just have to think in an accent. It takes a bit of reading out loud in (a very bad) Scottish accent to begin with, which I suggest, if you are like me and awful at said accent, you do alone. Once you’ve got it in your head it flows quite nicely. And for relief parts of this book are in standard English prose. The parts in dialect though are some of the best bits, some of the humour is nasty, but it’s very funny.

Elizabeth and her German Garden-Elizabeth von Arnim
Memoir meets novel. I really do like this. I don’t love it as much as EM Delafield’s Diary of a Country Lady, but I do enjoy the wit. Clearly it isn’t a life I can easily relate to on several levels not suffering the staff frustrations of Countess von Armin, but lots of it is surprisingly easy to understand.

The Silver Arrow A Robin Hood Adventure-Ladybird
Its from 1955 and was my mum’s/her brothers’. The story is blooming awful, but its an old book and y’know I *am* a Nottingham gal. I sort of feel obliged to have something Robin Hood in my house (even if by and large I don’t give much of a toss).

Powder Puff Derby-Mike Walker
Apart from that back of my mind terror of a painful death amongst strangers I love aeroplanes. What I particularly love about aviation was that it was a way for women to get some freedom at the start of the twentieth century. Yes, by and large they were wealthy women (though not all), but in terms of access to making decisions about their life the ability to own more jewellery does not make you any more franchised. It just makes you a chattel with nicer necklaces. Being able to fly away, even for a little while, must have been the most wonderful feeling.

Lempicka-Gilles Neret
I’m not much keen on finding myself having anything in common with Madonna, but I do love the paintings of Tamara de Lempicka. They oooze the 1920s. I wish my boobs looked like those of the women in her paintings (well not quite, that pointing would be highly inconvenient at times)…

Pleasure Trips by Underground
I dunno if you’d noticed but I’m a bit of a train fan. And a bit of a 30s fan. And as last post’s list established a map fan. So the London Underground is rather fabulous in my mind. Though my body isn’t always that keen on it…That besides this book of posters is wonderful…Apparently I should spend my Easter Holiday in Golder’s Green, see cows in Hounslow (different sort these days I’d wager), find nature’s playground in Ruislip, go to the dogs at Tooting, and only use the underground between ten and four for my shopping so I don’t get caught up in the bustle of all those jolly clever businessmen.

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory-Roald Dahl
This was my 8th birthday present from my mum. It even says so inside. I liked the Gene Wilder film so much and she was greatly amused by it being a Charlie (and if anyone ever calls me that they will get a slap) so bought me the book. I have the sequel somewhere. I am less keen on this particular edition since it lacks Quentin Blake illustrations. I love QB drawing so much I have a t-shirt and a bag declaring this (I’m a multi discipline kind of nerd ). However, I love Dahl’s writing, for many of the reasons I love Beatrix Potter. All children should read at least one Roald Dahl book. Actually no all people full stop should read at least one Roald Dahl book (non readers could choose from the better film versions of his books, or “the Tales of the Unexpected”)

The Gothic Revival-Chris Brooks
Lots of pictures of very beautiful buildings and objects, and some that are a little bit too overdone even for me. Also quite a bit of pretentious scholarly discussion about said objects. It never ceases to amaze me how much of a twat people discussing art can make themselves sound. Nice pictures though

Around Nottingham-Douglas Whitworth
Well its a lot of old pictures of Nottingham basically. I have quite a lot of books that fit that description. I like them, but I imagine they’re not massively interesting if you’ve never lived in Nottingham.

Screen Style-Sarah Berry
Not one for lots of pictures, but a genuinely interesting and insightful discussion about the use of fashion in early Hollywood. Well interesting to me anyroad.

Fabulous Frocks-Jane Eastoe and Sarah Gristwood
Not a book to learn from, just a series of pretty pictures. You have to like dresses really to get the most out of this.

The Surgeon of Crowthorne-Simon Winchester
Considering this is non fiction it has pretty much all the ingredients of a good novel: Broadmoor, etymology and mad doctors. Good for word nerds and not easily summed up…

Scepticism Inc.-Bo Fowler
Actually thieved from an ex along with another Bo Fowler book, but he had just bought them with no particular intention of reading them. I seem to be attracted to men who go through “phases”. In this case a phase of buying anything book shaped, and then just storing them on shelves for no apparent reason.
The book, however, is great. Unlike the ex. I absolutely recommend it, especially if you happen to be cynical about organised religion.

The Wizard of Oz-Salman Rushdie
Rushdie manages to make the greatest film on the planet sound like torture, *sigh*. Anyways in much the same way that I have the later, really quite cack, Lucy programmes on DVD because I *have to*, I feel the need to own this. Don’t bother.

Woman’s World-Graham Rawle
This manages to get both experimentation and graphic novelling in one book. I really want his Wizard of Oz book, but ’tis deathly expensive. I got this because no-one bought it in the branch of WHS I used to work at (I’m not surprised since the market demographic is readers of those ultra depressing “My Life is Shit and I Feel Compelled to Tell You and Oprah all about It” memoirs. And Mills and Boon novelellas, which are at least cheerful if formulaic). Its the best 20p ever spent.

East of Wimbledon-Nigel Williams
Another freebie novel that went right. I got this free with Tatler . And then went out and bought all his other Wimbledon books. I even enjoyed the televised version of The Wimbledon Poisoner, though it having Robert Lindsay and Philip Jackson in may possibly have helped with my enjoyment…

Jane Bown Observer
This is one of two Jane Bown books I own. I love her portraits, so beautiful, honest, and natural. No over-airbrushed fucking about, love it.

All Passion Spent-Vita Sackville-West
Like Elizabeth von Arnim there’s so much of this that I can’t relate to that I really shouldn’t like it. But V S-W’s writing is both evocative and a bit like being trapped in a Jeeves and Wooster story all at once, that I can’t help but like it. It helps I think that I have a long standing affection for the early twentieth century and was forced to watch repeated episodes of “Upstairs Downstairs” and “The Duchess of Duke Street” by my ex (now you see why I stole the books?!)

A Landing on the Sun-Michael Frayn
One of my drama teachers was in the television version of this. He was a policeman, for all of 30 seconds I think. Either way I loved this on TV and bought the book. Usually the dramatisations of any novel lead to an unsatisfactory feeling if you loved either the book or the screen version. This does not. The television version was fabulous and the book is fabulous too. I should own more Michael Frayn books, I only own this and one other.

Underexposed-Colin Jacobson
Not one to read before dinner. Or sleep. Or when feeling very hormonal. But it is photojournalism at its very scariest and showing the power of a picture.

Ocean-Fabien Cousteau
Lots of pictures of jellyfish and octopuses and such. Gorgeous.

Fruits
Japanese fashion fascinates me. I would never be brave enough to wear it, not in public at any rate, but I am besotted by the commitment to art/fashion/rebellion that some teenagers have. Tinged with a little envy…I’d love to be able to go out dressed like a school girl and it be cool.

Art Deco Architecture-Patricia Bayer
Art Deco=perfection to me. I love 20s/30s decor and architecture. This book, understandably I suppose, dedicates a lot of time to big famous buildings which is a bit of a pity. Much as I love those, what I really adore are the 1930s suburban houses (a big wadge of Wollaton in Nottingham is positively heavenly to me)

The Prisoner-Robert Fairclough
I went through a phase a few years ago of buying television series guides for no apparent reason. I mean I adore “The Prisoner” but i’m not quite sure why I felt the need to buy this (or “The Avengers” two books or “The West Wing” one, the “Blackadder” book, and the “Ally McBeal” guide either). The pictures are nice.

253-Geoff Ryman
I love fiction that plays with form. Love it love it love it. Would take it to bed and do unspeakable things frankly. And after BS Johnson, Geoff Ryman’s 253 is one of my most loved experimental fictions.

Ladder of Years-Anne Tyler
This was the first non-comedic non-politcal novel that I voluntary bought. I got a one chapter sample free with a magazine and had to buy the ruddy thing because I actually got interested. There’s something of the Reggie Perrin for girls about it…(no hippos though)

Miss Silver Comes to Stay-Patricia Wentworth
I was given this as a gift and I’ve only flicked through it. But I do love pulp novel covers, and bizzarely about a year ago my mum started reading Patricia Wentworth novels so she has read it (carefully and under my careful supervision which consisted of me yelping “be careful its delicate!”)

Affinity-Sarah Waters
Another stolen from the book buying ex. Along with Tipping the Velvet, both of which he purchased in hope of it being an intellectual lesbian porn fest. Poor bloke, very disappointed. I found TTV irritating to read so managed only a chapter, but Affinity isn’t all bad. Still not really my thing, too much emotional content for me

The Laughing Policeman-Maj Sjowall and Per Wahloo
If you like crime novels and have never read a Martin Beck story go straight to Waterstones, do not pass go, do not collect £200. Actually even if you’re not much into the crime genre and have never read Sjowall and Wahloo go get one now. Seriously its one of the few times where the carefully edited quotes from critics that cover the back actually reflect reality. They write in a way that only a pair of cynical ex-journalists could, and their writing is all the better for it. Without them the politically charged crime novels that make for good reading (and occasionally good television) wouldn’t be here.

Are You Being Served-Jeremy Lloyd
The novelisations of the scripts. Its unbelievably well read, hence its lack of cover. The white stripes are from a tipex tape mouse-I can’t stand tipex fluid, so when the mice came out I was pretty much correcting everything in sight…Anyway as well as being a a bit of a politically engaged teenager I also had (and still have if I’m honest) a big love of 70s/early 80s sitcoms. Yes it’s about as subtle as a 40ft poster, but I’m afraid in amongst my love of the kind of comedy that pulls nerdy boys (Monty Python/Blackadder) I love bawdy, unsubtle, twelve week run at Southsea Pier comedy too.

George Orwell Selected Writings
Erm I sort of stole this from school. But hey if one is going to be a thief George Orwell is a darned good thing to pinch. This is mostly him writing about the writing process, though there’s some Spain stuff in here. I went through a big George Orwell/Ernest Hemmingway/WH Auden/Spanish Civil War phase in my teens. Gosh I was a barrel of hormonal laughs…

A Little Knowledge-Michael Macrone
Philosophy and other ancient Greek thinking stuff boiled down into one page, for those of us who take four years to read less than twenty pages of a proper philosophy book. Like a Dummies guide minus all those irritating boxes with side notes.

Evolution as a Religion-Mary Midgley
I have had this book for about four years now and have got only to page 19. What can I say? I’m a slow reader

The Call Girl: A social and psychoanalytic study-Dr Harold Greenwald
This came from Shropshire county library and has a stern warning in the front “this book to be issued on demand *only*”. It is from 1958 and is a product of its time. That’s about the most flattering thing I can say about it.

The McDonaldization of Society-George Ritzer
A lot of it is stuff you could probably have worked out yourself anyway. I find Naomi Klein more readable. However, for those angry at the world kind of phases this gives you a billion more things to be furious at.

Dr Faustus-Christopher Marlowe
At least a couple of by regularish readers (Max and Becky) have had the misfortune of being on the end of one of my “they teach plays wrong in schools wrong” rants so I won’t repeat myself yet again. In the meantime I will tell you that Marlowe>Shakespeare. End of.

Ward, Lock & Co’s English Lake District
Its a guidebook from 1906, so is perhaps not the best thing to keep in your rucksack if you’re visiting Keswick today. However, it is the most wonderful little thing. The adverts are my absolute favourite part of it…
We discover that Palethorpes’ Sausages “really are delicious”, which is a somewhat surprised tagline…That Keating’s Powder is harmless to animals unless you happen to be a flea, moth or beetle kind of animal…That those awful claddagh rings much loved by Argos have been hawked in the back of books for a long time…We also discover that people who holiday in the Lakes are interested in insurance and sending their daughters to Eastbourne to schools with electric lighting, but no apparent curriculum…And that people who holiday in the Lakes are beset by a myriad of illnesses…

“Your ailment is nature’s reproof…To overcome that ailment you require nature’s assistance…Eno’s ‘Fruit Salt’ is nature’s own remedy, and an unsurpassed one. It is perculiarly adapted for any constitutional Weakness of the Liver, possesses the power of reparation when digestion has been disturbed or lost, and places the invalid on the right track to Health…A WORLD OF WOES is avoided by those who keep and use ENO’S ‘FRUIT SALT’…No family should ever be without it…CAUTION-Examine the Capsule and see that it is marked ENO’S ‘FRUIT SALT’, otherwise you have the sincerest form of flattery-IMITATION…Prepared only by-J.C.ENO, Ltd., ‘Fruit Salt’ Works, London S.E., by J.C.Eno’s Patent”
(Insert Brian Eno joke of choice here)

10. The A52 between Nottingham and Derby. Also known as Brian Clough Way, but I prefer A52, it sounds more macho.
9. Hazelnut flavour coffee syrup. Coffee syrup seems to be a marmite type thing, but the ones I like even more so.
8. Pretty ringbinders.
7. MAC lipsticks.
6. Maps. Especially of big intricate cities like London.
5. Old hospitals.
4. Crime novels by Swedish or Icelandic writers. If you want to sell a book to me, a good starting point is having a name that either ends son/dottir or contains any of åæðøýþijœšž you will have a good chance of me at least picking the book up.
3. Mint/mint-chocolate ice cream.
2. A Casualty episode from the early nineties titled ‘Cascade’.
1. Cherry scented conditioner.

10 Random things I like considerably less
10. Ivy on buildings. Cannot say too frequently how much I loathe this, eurgh!
9. Patterns that are too close together. I can’t say what too close is. I just know it when I see it. And then I feel sick.
8. Ford KAs. People just buy a coffin now it’ll save the effort later.
7. Hello Kitty the cartoon. I’m a sucker for Hello Kitty kawaii junk, but the cartoon is on a whole other level of awfulness. If you don’t believe me I have a 4 volume DVD set so I can share the joy with four of you…
6. That manufacturers keep sticking honey in stuff. a) because somehow they think it makes food more natural than when using sugar, erm last I checked both beets and canes were pretty bloody natural and b) most importantly they don’t label properly to indicate that disgusting bee leak is in there. Blergh.
5. Yodeling.
4. Pepsi and Diet Coke. Mostly the only really acceptable coke in my house is Cherry Coke.
3. Decorating. House decorating that is. I evidently didn’t get that particular mostly female gene. If there’s room for my books/CDs/records/DVDs/clothes, a bed, coffee making facilities/ice cream storing facilities, a TV, a computer and t’internet I’m happy. Everything else just seems like pointless reasons to give money to Homebase/B&Q/Ikea.
2. The sub/subs at the local freebie paper. Can you at least reduce it to one fecking awful pun per edition?
1. Printers. The machines not people who print. They (the machines) hate me, all of them.

10 Random things I’m good-ish at
10. Making risotto.
9. Making cakes that taste nice, but don’t look especially attractive.
8. Remembering telephone numbers.
7. Hula-hooping for a long time. No tricks, just longevity.
6. Subtle ogling. This is an important skill I tell you.
5. Talking.
4. Book shopping. Practically olympic level.
3. Filing. I don’t particularly enjoy it, but I do file fabulously. we’re talking putting stuff in order, not filing down kind of filing.
2. Pronouncing uncommon names. One of the key advantages of having worked with a bunch of Sri Lankan doctors is that I am rarely phased by a name these days.
1. Over thinking.

10 Random things I’m pretty blooming awful at
10. Telling the time on an analogue clock.
9. Lying for my own benefit. For others I can do it, for me, not happening.
8. Doing buttons up the right way first time. There’s a very good reason I don’t wear many blouses, I’d never get out of the house on time.
7. Negotiating busy crowds.
6. Cutting my own fringe. though I am improving, which is necessary since I refuse to stump up £8 every couple of weeks.
5. Being patient.
4. Not getting my dinner down me. Though oddly I’m less attractive to foodstuffs when in restaurants.
3. Gift wrapping.
2. Tidying up.
1. washing up. I actually make stuff dirtier.

Yeah, I know. I could not get any more up to date could I? Anyways, so time delayed me was reading this about x’s. That’s kisses by the way, not exes as in former boyfiends/girlfiends (lack of R intentional), or piratical map points.

If you can’t be bothered to read it here’s the executive summary: people put kisses on the end of messages as a matter of course, not because they actually want to stick their tongue down your throat. Mostly girls/women. Blokes tend to be a tad more restrained in their virtual smooching.

Mostly I agree with her. At least I hope the text messages I have don’t reflect a genuine desire on the part of some people (squeaky girlie types) that I barely know wanting to smooch me. Because frankly I will be running. Fast.
I don’t randomly x though. I think some people I send texts/emails to think I’m a cold biatch. And darn it I may well be. But I don’t see the point of signing off an email/text with xxx if you wouldn’t at least be prepared to give them a hug in real life. In fact it takes me longer to decide what to end an email with than to write the ruddy thing.
I’m not even polite enough to copy x (ie if they end their text with x) unless I actually mean it.
By which I mean a hug generally. In my head:
x-xx is a hug of varying degrees of squeeziness,
xxx is a kiss
xxxx is a proper full on kiss
xxxxx is an indication that were you in the same room you might like to brace yourself
xxxxxx just get in bed already it’ll be easier
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I’m being facetious

But like I say I don’t copy kiss/hug. Though to be fair if you’re sending me a 4x text or email and I’m not feeling that back, we need to talk. Being a nerd I just audited my x-ing habits and concluded the following:
the only people who get text x’s are: Max, B, Becky, Gavin (if I’m creeping)
the only people who get email x’s/kisses/bisous are: Max, B, Zo, Fish, Becky, Leanne, Sarah, Kristine, you know who.

And frankly they’re all people I’d at the very least happily hug in real life. In some cases “and some”…I’m curious though, what are your kissing sign off habits?

From my Flickr…aitchoo. Most readable at full size.