Another 'thank fuck I'm not alone' book

Read this - Some Other Rainbow - during the younger, very severe stalker & Stockholm Syndrome years, and it was slight salvation, as was the club Ayres Rock in Earl's Court Road. I was able to escape and have a drink and a bop now and then at weekends, fucking bliss. I love to dance. I fucking love dancing. Back is bad now but I used to adore the bop over anything else. Free style but good (modern jazz and ballet classes were hated but learned me a bitta class moves) Liked a bloke there called Jonas, the Jesus-a-like manager dude. Gave him a copy of it in the hope he'd ask me why I couldn't articulate reasons.  Again - all these ego's assume you want to fuck them, never that you have something of slightly more significant importance to convey. He said 'I want to make love to you Liz'. My deflated grey-purple aura said 'I thought you had a brain, but it is only ever your dick talking' Still, he was adored and never let me buy a drink, fucking saint. I used to play this a lot (as well as perseverating on Iggy ('Passenger') )
Loved to shouty sing to this when a bit pissed

Creepy Facebook stalkers - Wolves and early morning wolf vomitz

One thing my darling mum taught me from her knee, was NEVER to trust a wolf in sheep's clothing or in any other attire.(my mum played 'Little Red Riding Hood' on stage for years -  pictured above aged 14)  - from age 12 on stage 'three times a day' and had to fend off stalkerish and repulsive, vile old letches whilst at it. Poor little darling. So - people who creep up to me with 'I'm a nice wolf, in nice clothing, I am all love and wolves are all moon and peace' can fuck RIGHT off.As actually, wolves are wild dogs and would rip you to shreds given half a chance but they don't, as they are also cowards and non-domesticated, so I have a natural preference for friendly dogs. The extremely creepy freak also had the name of characters who make me vomit regularly, David Brent (ech) and Jeremy Kyle ('Brent Kyle' - very subtle lol) (hurl) the worst pieces of dog excretia to ever tarnish this once great country's TV screens, OH please McGod, please bury those excessively unattractive, unappealing piss takers? They are not typically British, they are not funny they have no talent, they are not good and they are not entertaining to anyone but drugged and brain dead vicious victims of Blair's dumbed-down fugly- regime. Get rid quick if you love your country.