I had a dream that I went to the hairdresser's and came out Drew Barrymore.
And I think the hairdresser might have been Gok Wan, who isn't even a hairdresser, but does take scissors to unsightly baggy clothes.
I wonder if I want to be Drew Barrymore. Wild child redeemed? (I'm hoping my wildest years are still ahead of me). The ability to wear red lipstick (yes, I would like that).
Maybe I just need a makeover (hence the appearance of style queen the Fairy Gok Mother?)
Yes, coupled with the fact that my size 14 jeans are tight, and I stopped at the servo to get a Crunchie on the way home last night, the dream is sending me a clear message.
Get off your lard arse.
Ok, Fairy Gok Mother/Drew Barrymore apparition, I hear you, and will obey.
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