Guru Fashionista

Ah Google Friends Connect,

Talk about ruin my fantasy. (No not that one... ahem, that one is still live and kicking, I'm talking about the other one)

I look at the number of followers that listen to my daily rambles (sorry about the quality lately guys, I'm pushing on through...said the Actress to the Bishop) and watching as my number of followers goes up and down like Charlotte Churchs' knickers (oooh topical, see what I did there) and what do I see?


My followers are no more!


I now have members.

Where is the fun in that?

Now for everyone wondering what the hell I am going on about, Google Friend Connect is that little widget over there ------------------------------------------->
with about 482 (481, 480,479) faces on it who get my blog on their reader list and have to suffer my ranty moods and discussions about Dead Animal Bingo. (If you don't know, don't ask)

I've decided I liked having followers. Followers is a fabulous word. It makes me want to whisper in everyones ear to do something naughty like bunk off school, or lets all wear a waistcoat at the same time in the same colour so we look alike.  (So I'm no rebel, I think we've established)


I think I would be make an excellent cult............ I said CULT. (although some may think they preferred how they were reading it)

I wouldn't be boring and ask for your money, (your make-ups? yes, send me your make-ups) I think the money cult thing has been done to death. and I'm sure we could have worked something out about a uniform that was smokin' HAWT. (the sackcloth look is SO 1980's cult it is untrue) Maybe something vintage? well made, well cut. (Ok, maybe I would've needed some of your money, oh hell, who am I kidding. You want heaven? Send me all your cash, your guru demands it)

Guru needs new shoes.

I think what would've made me a great cult leader is my lack of suicidal tendencies (although that mood does change rapidly) Basically I see no reason to spend my time training and grooming my followers only to kill them off like a bored child with ants and a magnifying glass.

Ex-followers can breathe a united sigh of relief.



But NO, Google Friend Connect have spoilt that fantasy for me forever.

(GFC we will always have Paris, and the leather..... ahem )


And what have they left me with?

MEMBERS.



And who fantasises about members?





waits for penny to drop.




Let me know?


(No not about the final question, oh go on then if you want)



Big Fashionista x x