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Welcome to the first ever G'EB! Womens' Page.
Whether you're a woman, a man, or something in between,
you're all welcome! It is not intended that this section
should be a ghetto from which men and other creatures are
excluded. So don't touch that mouse! The Ed and the
wonderful On Line Ed thought that an antidote might be
needed to the testosterone charged pages that comprise this
marvellous website. And to be honest, I agree with them. You
can have too much of a good thing, although the readers of
this publication won't be suffering from that particular
problem. After all, watching eleven fully grown men charging
around a football field in pursuit of a spherical object
which they try to put into a net at one end of the pitch is
not the most relaxing way of spending your Saturday
afternoons. Far better to spend your time having a good
mooch around the shops. Now that's what I call relaxing. Why
do men (and it has to be said, some women), spend so much
time watching football? Cowps only knows. But they do.
Anyway, there's enough football on the rest of the site. On
this page, we do something different.
So what have we got for you? Well, ever fancied a new
you? Want to take ten years off your looks in ten weeks? I
can hear you already. You're all yelling yes, yes and yes
again! I want to change. You don't want the same old you.
You want a new you. You want to be cool and beautiful and
slim and fit and healthy and happy.
So I've been reading every re-invent yourself article
going and now I can pass on a full set of tips...
- Don't give up smoking. If you smoke, you're probably
very good at it. Better, in fact, than almost anyone else
you know. If you give up, you'll ruin your self esteem.
However, try to resolve to have your first fag of the day
after you've got out of bed. Or, if not that, at least
until you're sitting up and you've got your eyes open and
have something to hand to use as an ashtray apart from
your slipper.
- As part of your ongoing fitness programme, strap a
cigarette to your face so that your hands are free for
exercises that involve wearing a leotard, kneeling down,
then extending one leg off the floor to a lifted straight
position until you can feel the muscle in your buttocks
working.
- Don't think negative thoughts about your long term
partner, or spend your afternoons wandering around the
twin beds department of Stollers' Furniture World. Focus
on the positive and write a list of all his good points.
That is if you can think of any. Also, try to be nice to
him by saying things like, "Darling, I think it's
wonderful the way you spend all weekend watching football
on the telly, or going out to a match, then coming home
to study the scores and tables on Teletext, while I do
the cooking, cleaning, washing and ironing. Oh, and the
decorating. Plus the gardening. You really are a
treasure. What would I do without you?"
- Develop an interesting line in small talk so that, at
parties, people who come up to talk to you don't quickly
say, "I must just nip to the loo," and you never see them
again. Don't open conversations with the opposite sex
using lines like, "If you could snog anyone here, who
would it be?' Unless you're a man, in which case take one
step backwards. The woman you're talking to is quite
likely to throw up.
- Buy proper body lotions and stop using any old thing
that sounds like it might be moisturising. Like WD40.
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Have you ever wondered what all those programmes on your
washing machine actually are? Everything in our house gets
done at 40°C. Woollens? 40°C. Dry clean only?
40°C. Whites? 40°C. Colours? 40°C. Leopard
skin slippers? 40°C. Small children who are really
getting on your nerves? 40°C.
I have no idea what the 'F' button is for, or the one
that has two squiggly lines under it, or the one that says
'P-Wash' and sounds like it may be for certain items of
soiled clothing. But I must find out if only because I'm
ruining quite a lot of my clothes.
Take for example the nice, white, fluffy sweater that I
got from M&S. You know the one, because everyone's got
one nowadays. They're simply divine. And what does it say on
the label? Handwash only. So what does that mean in our
house? 40°C. And the result? A fluffy white sweater
that has developed a severe case of bald patches so that
when worn, it makes you look like a very sad poodle whose
chances at Crufts have been minimised by the attentions of a
mad pet parlour worker on cocaine.
Last time I wore the sweater, my partner even threw me a
stick and shouted "Go get it, Fido."
The twin beds are being delivered tomorrow.
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