Yes, We Have No Bananas

The weekend before the one just finished saw me going to a fancy schmancy hotel in town for a package deal that included afternoon tea, pre dinner drinks and canapes, 2 course dinner including bottle of wine, hotel room with king sized bed and buffet breakfast. Wow, I rolled out of there. With a banana, pinched from the hotel buffet breakfast. *Note to self – take a large handbag to the next breakfast you go to like that so you can arrive at work after it with a bag full of pastries.

In other news I was amused to check the incoming search terms that land people here. Women who hate undies? Embarrassing bulge boyfriend? How tall is doctor who? Embarrassed skirt lifted? It’s all about me umbrella? Toilets with teeth? I stopped looking after that one. You guys are weird. (No, of course I don’t mean you!)

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5 Responses to “Yes, We Have No Bananas”

  1. Frank Says:

    Heh, at least your search terms are still kind of cute in a way. People generally stumble across my blog while looking for porn. It’s nice to know they’re reading my stuff with their pants down.

  2. travelling, but not in love Says:

    I refuse to believe that I’m weird. Surely, I’m as normal as the next man?

    And I too am a buffet robber. I travelled all the way from Sydney to London once, feasting on the goodies filched from the Qantas club at Kingsford Smith (If you ever get in there, the buffet is to die for…). And their magazines are top quality.

    Which reminds me, Kath and Kel spent their honeymoon in the Qantas club at Tullamarine…..

  3. Pamela Says:

    people will be googling kingsize beds and bananas, now.

  4. willowtree Says:

    Yeah, and not one of them was what I was looking for!

  5. 12ontheinside Says:

    Frank: I’d be so proud if I were you.
    tbnil: Normal? *snort* And Qantas club? Oooh, fancy!
    Pamela: True. Let’s hope not in the same search string.
    WT: Stick around, I’m sure you’ll learn something anyway!

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