An A-Z of magazine life: Z…

Z is for: The Zodiac. I have always been interested in astrology but never had it been more clearly brought home to me just how significant the star signs really are, and how easy it is to tell who is born under which sign, than when I joined WW.  There were rather a lot of people of a certain sign who gave themselves away by bordering on the negative with a lot of their remarks, ie: (Me): “It’s lovely out there today.” (Them):  “Yes, but it’s going to rain later.” (Me, slightly exasperated):  “OK, but it’s lovely NOW!”  That kind of thing.  Then there’s the sign famed for being into sex, food and gardening, though perhaps not in that order, or even all at once (though knowing some of them, I wouldn’t be at all surprised). In fact, the World Naked Gardening Day was probably started up by someone under this very sign, the kinky so-and-so.

There’s the moody sign with the famous sting in its tail (stand well back). The secretive sign who loves to know all your gossip, yet remains strangely restrained when it comes to any of their own. The frivolous, restless one who can’t settle. The sign that loves to splash their cash – on themselves.  Money really does burn a hole in their pocket.  The somewhat puritan perfectionists who gave themselves away with remarks such as: “I really just want to live in a bare, white-walled room (she was married with two children, so that was never going to happen) and: “After he’s mown the lawn, my husband goes around the edges with my nail scissors.” Sounds like a wow of a relationship.  As for my own sign, I’m not telling, except to say that I can get quite loud, excitable and worked up on occasion and I think most people would agree that I can also be rather (all right, very) impatient and bossy…

So, there you go. Magazine life as I remember it. I’m sure there’s much more I could tell you but I can’t remember everything, though I try. And you know what they say: “If you can remember it, you weren’t really there.” Chin-chin!






Author: Hampton Caught

The rants and ramblings of an ex Deputy Fiction Editor of Woman's Weekly magazine.

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