Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Mamaji Knows Best

I don't know about you, but I just hate it when a sudden tension headache renders me unable to appear in an Indian-temple-dance-tribute-number.

Actually, we're having a rather Anacin kind of week at the Café, darlings, for which apologies. I'm sure things will look brighter by the weekend, which after all in this part of the world is practically moments away...


  1. It's such a shame when no opiates are readily available.

  2. when i have spilled shrimp vindaloo on my best sari, that is a tension headache with anacin written all over it.

  3. the jingle:
    never fear
    mother's here
    with anacin to placate your migraine
    back on the stage strut your stuff dance again

  4. You'll be swell! You'll be great!