Essex Gold for Silver Pixie

First the car...
Then the boots of lurve...
Now...
A Sony wireless!
Portable of course. Perfect for pocket. Handy for late nights when all the company I have is the kidcat.
Popped beside the milk jug, choccie cake or industrial hardware, this tiny, silvery, top of the range FM/AM radio is just what I needed.
But I'll only listen to one station. Essex Gold. It's all old on gold, a loud Essexy hark back to the greatest hits of all time.
And great ancient things is what I'm into today.

Yesterday as I was approaching the Harp House roundabout I had a turn, and not to the right either. No, I veered to the left and right into Argos's arms.

And ten minutes later me and my machine were on our way home to a cup of tea and a damp apple finger.

It's quite gorgeous and suits a pixie like me. And in some respects reminds me of myself.
Pocket sized. Silvery. Can be loud.

Things I Can't Live Without. WARNING! IT'S A WHOPPER!

1. Big secondhand ornamental plates. Laying flat or propped up waiting to fall.

2. Monty. Awake or asleep. Fragrant or smelly.

3. Hidden money. Especially £20 notes.


4. My navy blue goatskin gloves. Winter spring summer and autumn.

5. Red lipstick. Looks smashing spread widely.

6. Laughing. 'Tis the bestist medicine.


7. Balding men. Six-pack chaps are fine but muscular tubbies are welcome too!

8. Chocolate. In any form. Anywhere.

9. Cakes. Happy full fat ones. Keep miserable low fat ones right away from me.


10. Cucumbers. Both real and ceramic.

11. Poetry. Old and new. But nothing from The Southend Poetry Group. Thank you.

12. My charm. Get it from dad. So glad I haven't got his wind.


13. Secondhand skirts. Short, long, but never in between.

14. Essex Gold Radio. Old records to head bang to on my way to Sainsburys.

15. Erotic lingerie.


16. Vaseline. For lips and eyebrows. Nothing sexual. For that, nothing beats Flora Buttery.