Lovely Magda Still Looks ...

After everything, all the diets, the doctors, the pills, the exercise regimes, and all the talk, somehow Magda still looks fat, er fab. (everybody gets a prize now a days) I love Magda, I think she is fabulous, really fucken fabulous, but the diet isn't working so well all the work she’s done.

But…

I like to tell it how it is, baby. And I like other people to do the same. No use pussyfooting about, that gets none of us anywhere.

Magda is still fat.

I guess I should just keep my mouth shut, yes, I should, it’s not something at which I’m good. If you can't say anything nice and all that… but let's face it, after she’d been away for months at the fat farm health resort, she bought a whole new wardrobe and had that reintroduction to friends and society, big party. She had all those shots done and there was no doubting her styling was out of this world, it must have cost her serious coin. but when all was said and done, she looked like she’d put weight on, not lost it. Standing there in front of us all at the big reveal. 

I wouldn’t exactly say her credibility seriously plummeted to zero, but her credibility seriously plummeted to zero. I’m not sure how she had pretty much sold out, but we all felt like we were there under false pretences.

We were all lost for words. What to say? What could we say? Isn’t it better to speak the truth, no matter what? Everyone just looked uncomfortable.

Magda is genuinely lovely, though. She is one of those people who has an aura of loveliness about her, she always has.

She used to hang around dance parties with my mate Scott, often all doled out in black. There the two of them would be, Cuddle pot and Cuddle pie sitting at some table, or on the bleachers looking like bunnies in the headlights together.

She used to always hang out with Scott, but. Even he didn’t know what to say?

I thought it was kind of sad.

Magda had her voila moment in front of all her friends, and we all just kind of reacted with, “Um, er, what?”

I’m pretty sure we all heard the shattering of glass all around us.

Maga disappeared off the party stage, never to come out again.

We all just kind of wandered off pretty much lost for words, our mouths open just a little stunned at it all.

I was trying to catch Scott’s eye, but I didn’t see him again in the evening either. I guess, he was with Magda. I’m sure I’ll get all the gory details before too long. You know, what degree on the reciter scale is Magda’s nervous breakdown, how many months she is going to lock herself away to recover, how many cream cakes it took to calm her down, and all of that.