Life for Lola

I was the subject of police brutality last night - yes, in these supposedly enlightened times. The ladyfriend and I were pulled over on the way home from work (we were trying to get home in time to watch the end of an engaging murder mystery which ended up a little bit of a dissapointment) A young policeman forced us into a side road and proceeded with a barrage of questioning. He let us go after giving us the once over and checking the road tax but Oh how violated I felt!

This weekend missy and I are off to Spain, land of the bull ring and the Beckhams. I intend to stock up on Olive oil and Saffron, the supermarkets over there are full of vim and vigour aswell as tattoed English people in shell suits.

I have been listening to my two Christmas present CDs. 'The Very Best of The Smiths' and 'Ocean Rain' by Echo and the Bunneymen. They are both fantastic, it is amazing the effect music has on the body, I feel I have regressed which is a worry for the ladyfriend as they've made me sit in my bedroom all night reading Sylvia Plath.

But seriously it did make me think of Muriel Gray yesterday and so I looked her up on the internet, she has been busy, she is now an accomplished horror writer. Her days on the Tube must have provided lots of inspiration, sharing a dressing room with Paula Yates would be enough to keep Stephen King in consonants for decades.

By the way, I have become a lady of letters, I am addicted to online scrabble - invite me to play click here