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Marketing

When you walk in the bar
And you dressed like a star
Rockin' your F me pumps

And the men notice you
With your Gucci bag crew
Can't tell who he's lookin' to

Cuz you all look the same
Everyone knows your name
And that's you whole claim to fame

Never miss a night
Cuz your dream in life
Is to be a footballer's wife

You don't like players
That's what you say-a
But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire
You don't like ballers
They don't do nothing for ya
But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller

You're more than a fan
Lookin' for a man
But you end up with one-nights-stands

He could be your whole life
If you got past one night
But that part never goes right

In the morning you're vexed
He's onto the next
And you didn't even get no taste

Don't be too upset
If they call you a skank
Cuz like the news everyday you get pressed

You don't like players
That's what you say-a
But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire
Or them big ballers
Don't do nothing for ya
But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller

You can't sit down right
Cuz you jeans are too tight
And your lucky its ladies night

With your big empty purse
Every week it gets worse
At least your breasts cost more than hers

So you did Miami
Cuz you got there for free
But somehow you missed the plane

You did too much E
Met somebody
And spent the night getting cane

Without girls like you
There'd be no fun
We'd go to the club and not see anyone
Without girls like you
There's no nightlife
All those men just go home to their wives

Don't be mad at me
Cuz your brushing thirty
And your old tricks no longer work

You should have known from the job
That you always get dumped
So dust off your fuck me pumps

Amy Winehouse.

Had to have an ECG today - all part of making sure that the on-going treatment of IV Herceptin every three weeks isn't actually making me ill by weaking the function of my heart. The two women doing the ECG today wouldn't tell me whether things looked normal or not, so I'm just assuming that it's affecting me more than I realise. I hope things are 'normal' because despite the fact that I hate Herceptin, I'd rather have it than not; it improves my chances of survival significantly.

The ECG women were a bit freaked out when I asked for a photo. Turned out they thought I wanted a picture of me naked from the waist up (yuk!) next to the machine. What planet are they from, weirdos!

It's a pretty cool pic, eh! Not often you get a chance to watch your heart pumping blood around on a telly screen, in funky, I'm-on-an-acid-trip colours. Not that I'm on acid, chance would be a fine thing. Acid drops, maybe; they're quite yummy, might have to nip to the sweetie shop for some...