And wouldn't she just go to the opening of a handbag

That Johanna Griggs?

She may be the darling of.... well, she must the darling of someone/thing (aren't they always), it just slips my mind what/who. But do I need to see that mechanical, wide-mouthed, toothy, somewhat maniacal grin on my TV again? All I wanted was to tune out watching some swimming trials. She's going to choke on her dimples if she doesn't watch out. It's getting to me! Perhaps it's the carefully elocuted words or the heavy concentration on the auto-cue. Or, hell, maybe it's just that I'm emosh'nall and I'm sore and feeling rather frumpish and ugly and cack.

And who better to take it all out on.

Later,