happiness one

Oh.. yeah. the whole miss world air head thing yeah. Before I can talk about happiness I gotta say my little piece.

Happiness, it's something I can fall so easily into like a man's arms or a feathery warm bed. But when I'm happy, I can never quite shift an underlying melancholia. It's to do with the state of our world.

Yeah, I know I'm gonna sound false as an acrylic nail - a regular 'I'm so morally perfect' stuck up uber bitch. But if you'll excuse the clichéd miss world myth at play here I can say - with hand on heart honesty - no sooner do I feel happy then I start to think about all the nasty thing happening across the globe. Iraq, arms dealing and cycles of starvation in Africa, cruelties to women in Saudi, the mindless greedy demented destruction of the fragile environment of our only planet.. our beautiful beautiful wounded earth.

C'mon somebody.. give Lucia a magic wand she can wave in the air and fix some of this bad stuff up once n for all!