Reasons you will hate me

i love it that michelle is a mix it up sort of gal. it's better than if she were wearing the brown kumfs and woolly stockings.

there. are. no. rules.

this has completely made my day. thank you.

Obviously the shop girl was sticking to that old maxim, 'if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all.'

The most respected journalist in Canberra. I am not sure if she is a Howard supporter or blast from the past a Keating supporter or back further a Hawke supporter, or back even futher a Frazer supporter. If I am confused about her politics, then I think she has done a good job. Why are you subtely dissing her?

I find it completely appropriate that Michelle Grattan can, if she wishes, kill you with her feet.

But this does raise an interesting point: which book shop DO you work at? I've never thought to ask.

Well she spends so much time in Canberra, no wonder she wears kinky shoes that make men cry at train stations.

But I am having trouble picturing this and should probably stop.

So that's why my Dad's been going on about Michelle for years.

Howdy Ms Fits,

This is a bit off topic, but I figured if you're looking to top the image of Michelle Grattan in stilettos, how about Kermit the Frog strung out on heroin?

Not sure if you've already heard/seen this, but it was brought to my attention just the other day. Kermit's cover of Nine Inch Nails' 'Hurt'. As they're playing tonight, it's even topical (in a current affairs kinda way).

http://www.videovat.com/ug4255/sad-kermit-hurt.aspx

All I can say, is wrong. And gold. Comedy fucking gold.

DR
*I mutely enjoy your blog, but I like to make a contribution when I can ;)*

Wow, I never would have expected Michelle Grattan to be a high-heel wearer either.

I guess it's a good reminder not to stereotype or put people into boxes.

Someone also told me that Grattan wears a fruitbowl hat as well as her high heels in Parliament. No maracas though.

Andrew, she's not dissing her, 'subtely' or otherwise: see "Oh god, I completely love her". I completely love her too, she's the bomb (the lefty metaphorical bomb of political astuteness, not the other kind)

Those lefty metaphorical bombs of political astuteness can go off at any time, louise. One ought to exercise extreme caution when 'handling'.

*grin*

Ahhh, to quote my favorite old (possible the delightfully filthy Frankie Howerd?) british saying:

"all fur coat on the outside - no knickers on the inside"

Which way round would you say you are, Fitz? Dominatrix on top, or deceptively dowdy on top and all-action down below?

OK, this is possibly unforgiveable.

I met an old colleague for drinks tonight. Haven't seen him in at least three years. Discovered upon arriving that:

a/ he got married just over a year ago

b/ he has also fathered a child, outside this marriage, with a stripper from his best friend's buck's night

c/ HE HAS JOINED THE LIBERAL PARTY AND THINKS JOHN HOWARD IS "CLEVER"

My dilemma:

Despite the obvious disincentives listed above, I still got thoroughly shickered and, after having a completely inappropriate and partially naked groping session in an alley off Flinders Lane, I dragged him back to my place and we actually, well, you know, shagged.

Just how much can I blame on six glasses of Spanish Red?! It was great (3 x O), and it's been a long time between drinks, but REALLY, how desperate does a woman have to be?

Can I ever look at myself in the mirror again?

Loser!.... you deserve each other.

Would someone please convince Michelle Grattan the hysterical left wing relic to take a short walk off a long pier, stillettos and all. BTW Michelle lean left and fall into the left side of the water