Scrambled eggs

"Now Kylie will not be a mother", one of the daily papers splurts out to the innocent British public. The rather prominent paper made the conclusion after the announcement last week of the split between everyone's pet Kylie Minogue and her French stallion Olivier Martinez.

Discussed this yesterday with a girlfriend, Ms Design, single and about my age. Since the paper concludes that Kylie actually has wasted 4 of her best (and last) "go-find-father-to-children-years" on this French casanova (as if any French men were something else...), she mind as well start filling in adoption papers today.

The moral of this song is: Since both my friend and I are the same age as Kylie was when she fell in love with Mr Perfect Martinez, we need to be VERY VERY careful with whom we decide to spend our valueable time with. Because we risk wasting 4 years on someone who will NEVER be right. Horror horror horror!!! BAH. What happened to romance, passion and crazy head-over-heels adventures? Are they now gone and will never come back? Because NOW is serious time. Bah. If this is true, we all mind as well go back to Internet dating. Which is right up the street of logic and boredom.

Ms Design has proudly found a solution to this delicate problem. Egg freezing. This will make it possible to have your own kids at any time. No need to feel stressed whatsoever. Hmm, not convinced darling.
I like my eggs hot and boiled, please.