My friend The Diva moved house at the weekend and the next day updated her facebook status to read:
[The Diva] is aching!
To which I commented something along the lines of -
“Surely you enlisted the help of some big strong men to do the move for you while you watched? Let them to the aching!”
Mere moments later came another comment, this time from the Canary (I call her this because she once came to a party dressed head to toe in yellow, we’re talking dress, tights, fluffy boots and yellow sequins on her face) who commented:
“Oi! Don’t be so sexist Ritzi! There were big strong women there to help!”
Now, the less informed among you might take this as a playful, meaningless series of comments on a facebook page, but if you’ve read much of Ritzi’s Ladder, you’ve probably got an inkling by now the reality is usually a little more exotic.
The Canary, bless her bright yellow cottons, is completely insane and I love her for it. She also used to be a man. She then became a woman, changed her name (it’s even better than The Canary, I promise) and then decided to become a female body builder – or, to use her own phrase, a “freakish muscle woman”.
If that’s not Soho I don’t know what is…