Brylcreem - it's great for skin.

So my Mum and Dad had come back from holiday, right? Sitting on my side of the bathroom sideboard was a little tub of Body Shop Vitamin E cream. I know I'd run out. I opened it and sniffed it- it smelt similar. It was white though. I thought maybe they made it white overseas.

I bring it out, running it between my fingers and rubbing a little in my jaw. My sister Helen comes over, notices what I'm stuffing with and starts rubbing it into her skin too. I walk up to Mum with the jar and say, "Mum, it's all right if I use a bit of this, right?"

"Yeah," she says, "go right ahead." She watches me and Helen rub it into our skin and starts cracking up. "I'm sure Dad won't mind either. It's his brylcreem."

The motherfucker had put some brylcreem into the moisturiser jar for the trip!! Cause it was much smaller than the brylcreem jar! Helen and I cracked up (after I smacked Mum playfully), but fuck me if my skin didn't feel great. I don't know what the hell they put in that stuff, but it softens your skin like nothing else!

My Favourite Treat: Strawberries.

They're red. They're sweet. They're tart. They smell like heaven and taste twice as good. You know you're in a good place in your life when you are able to gorge yourself on a whole punnet of strawberries. Just sitting there and munching on the fleshy fruit, your body is glorying in the fact that there's so much of it. I think something deep and primal glories in the bounty of a handful of good fruit. My blood sings when I fill myself with strawberries. There's nothing better, no treat better for me. Mum used to buy me punnets of strawberries when I was a wee year old bubbah. She raised me on them, they've always been my favourite fruit of all. Even the sour ones taste good to me, especially dipped in chocolate.

I always feel an afterglow after eating them too. Like I've had the orgasm of my life. Rare is the treat or dessert that you can eat copious amounts of, safe in the knowledge that it won't be an unhealthy thing to do. No worry, no guilt. (Not that I generally feel guilty about healthy food in the first place).

I have one more punnet. Tomorrow, they're gonna be dipped in chocolate. :D