Tuesday, 16 November 2010

100th post! 100th post!

100th post! Ooooh! I feel like I should have some kind of party or something. But I am at my desk and swamped in papers and if I do a little dance it's all going to fall on the floor and my boss will look at me funny. So...maybe I'll just celebrate in my head.

The magazine have confirmed that my piece is going to be out on the 25th. It's in Love It! magazine on the 25th of this month. I'm proper excited! I've had the photos through from the agency and they've successfully managed to disguise me without making me look like a survivor from some scientific testing lab. Or an ex-prostitute.

Things have slowed back into their usual lull. Doctor and I meet weekly at the moment, though I'm slightly running out of reasons to take sporadic evenings off ("Pilates" is exhausted...the physique is not helping me lie). My friendship with The Intern is actually wonderful. It's been such a long time since I've been friends with a bloke, it's stellar. We objectify women on mass. We eat crisps with our mouths open. I have sort of taken up smoking again, casually, just so we can hang out by the fire exit and complain about our boss.

I'm sure everyone in our office thinks it's weird that I'm so chummy with a 23 year old , acne-ridden graduate. I don't care. We are bound by our shared misathropy, like teenage goths. I council him about his missus. He councils me about how, despite the obvious beneifts and undeniable selfishness, maintaining an affair is actually quite difficult. I'm sure he judges me, but thankfully he does it really quietly so I don't have to think about it.

In other news, I went to a lady-only comedy night last week with friends, and it made me LOL a lot. I very rarely see good female comedians on TV so I was kind of shcoked that 4 really ace, rather unfamous ones were tearing it up on a Thursday at my local. One lady was Korean and reminded me of Margaret Cho. Which was good. Because Margaret Cho is amazing. Observe:

I am still celebrating in my head...

Wednesday, 10 November 2010


I know I have been shitty shit shit about posting. Soon I promise. But I'm filing right now and I don't have a hand free. And even if I did I'd probably only be able to type this...

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So so so so so...I am going to be appearing in a magazine. Talking about my affair. And Bored Wives Club. Isn't that jolly?

They haven't finalised the date with me yet but I will totally let you know when I know. Syked!


Thursday, 4 November 2010

Michelle Sutton : Professional Adulterer

It as if the last few days grew a big mouth with teeth and ate me up whole.

The last 4 days have been rid.ic.u.lous. So ridiculous that the only way I can articulate it is to punctuate it like that. 2 dates in the less than a week with the Doctor. The despertate caused by him being on nights whelled up into some kind of lust-filled baloon slowly expanding in my chest.

I tell you one thing. My bottom draw of battery-operated friends has never had such a workout.

Anyway. On Sunday evening, I fobbed the hubster (do you like it? I think it'll catch on) off with a Mia-related excuse and escaped for a few hours in the early evening. The Doctor had a meeting on Monday so he checked into his holiday a day early and we ordered obscene amounts of room service and frollicked like randy rabbits. As a result, I'm not sure if I'll be abe to afford Christmas. I do not care. IT WAS THAT GOOD.

Then, on Monday evening, after all the nodding and scheduling and important conversations, my medicine man met me at a bar and we snuck away to have dinner on the river. Blissful. Blissful and drunken.

I then rolled home on Monday evening to cuddle up with the lawful one and eat TV dinner like a pro. Specially like a pro who's just spent the last two days decieving her sweet but uninspiring husband that she is 'out with the girls' while meeting up with a handsome medicial professional to have two consecutive sessions of mind-blowing How's Your Father.*

* Loose use of 'professional'. I am not actually paid to do this stuff. **

** If anyone would like to pay me, I'm open to offers.