The Letters...

Dear Mr Cocolluis, Some months ago you wrote to my column relating matters of the heart with some view to advice there of. My reply was, as always, consistently prompt and swiftly magnanimous. If you might not think me a tad topsy turvy in coming forwards on this occasion, I hope you may enjoy a rather more personal offering,  from, errr, well, yours truly. At my age (Almost 42 ,without having fully moved on from the Tom Baker Episodes of Dr Who) I am in need of some continuity, a sameness in life, and I wondered if such a state might exist under our circumstances? What I mean to say Mr Cocolluis is that I did perchance sense a correlation between your situation and mine coupled with a direct interest in our rather allied past times re the 12 sides dice (and more). It seems Mr Cocolluis, as time rides on by, what is false fades to the sunrise of an invigorated truth and this does truth truly remain?  I happen to think it does. Actually, really and truthfully speaking I am no...

Dear Nixie,  I write to you in the strictest of confidence and swamped by the unwieldy crick of a tortured ticker. Chitter chatter, nitter natter round the band camp has spread word of your golden chalice. Is it really so? May I enter the venerable tabernacle ramshackled by cool kitty cat mover and shaker?   Have you reached that snowy apogee of hyperborean cool? Will you bring me the cup of iced cube “it” crew so that I might go down, down to the wild side. You see, the truth is I really do require your assistance in such matters of cupid’s itch where the scritch tickles my fancy to the point of no return. Nixie, I’ve a certain lady in mind for some lingual intercourse followed by perhaps a little lookie at some nookie. My usual Saturday night would most likely consists of a robust jousting session at the local Medieval restoration centre with a late night rendevu skping   an intense evenings role play in the dark depths of a particularly testing dungeon (an...

Halo Nixie, It’s sometimes written that what is meant to be will always find its way and so I come here in search of a new Destiny. Round the traps, word about town is that you are living proof of magic dust and rainbow dreams of tarot truths and mystic beams …All that and the coolest cat this side of cyber town. I mean let’s face it ….anyone who is anyone knows that Ms. Nixie Trixstar is the most funkadelic, bootylicous, spankin’, groovy tutti fruity hot patootie Queen of the world that EVER did exist. Also being the real deal Trinny and Susanah of getting your nerd off, it must surely be you who can take care of this here geek freak and perform a dramatic full-scale makeover. My past efforts leave a checkered trail of melting ice-cubes and penguins with zinc cream, for in this cool cruel world of smickin it slick…alas there’s no big tick for me …oh Nic, what shall I do where shall I go? I’ve tried, oh I’ve tried and I’ve cried over this yearning, churning of a true gamers s...

Dear Nixie, Life’s just peachy …or is it?? Without wanting to sound too teachy and preachy I’m a damsel in distress but not so much in the way you might think….no kitchen sink or posy of pink, no fluttering wink or airy filled drink. Oh Ms Trix, please remember I have for sure opened a door to my womanly roar in the world of “Super Princess Peach…” or not? Oh sure there I was to save the day in a play for good in the hood bro, soooo all was not lost?? But s’up with that? Aight…. Il’a   tella you why I don’t fly to the tune of that game for this dame, she is offended and I aint here to surrender my ideals coz what I like is to feels the equality in the psychology of men and women working together foreva and EVER. So they went and stuck me in a game all about feelings…joy, gloom, rage and calm with a course so easy, breezy a Cover girl may as well designed the whole darn mess. Oh bless, the best is in us all…. Don’t get me wrong…the intelligence of the hearts smart I do rate f...

Dear Nix, I write relieved with received word of a new hope. The double trouble of my repressed yet to be undressed whole identity brings tenancy to the zealotry of a duel existence. A fear I carry, leaves unmarried two parts of a woman, double sided and divided in two…Oh what shall I do? What shall I do? I find myself landed here, sad-sack, smack wack in the middle, betwixt and between two worlds, hurled in diametrically apposed positions with conditions incongruous to a virtuous truth….struth! The Ying,-the yang, the cat-the dog, a Montague- A Capulet, a Jet- a Shark, the night -the dark, Mrs Mangle and the Robinsons ….that no medicine will cure, how to endure the suppressed, regressed state of being “such a girl” to the world and yet unfurled within the deepest depths of my legitimacy lies the unequivocally beautiful love of………of……of……gaming in all its flaming glory!!!! By day one way, by night another and so this has been the norm for me through time. My most sublime indulgenc...

The Nixie Trix Fix: How to be IT and a Bit Want to stand out in a crowd? Boost your logo to mojo, find the key to a leader and breeder of cooleo no fooleo. It’s time to thrust that pelvic bone of hipsterville into action. Get up, get down and turn it around with a little pearl of wisdom on ice… Our resident “IT” girl Nixie’s about as happening as time itself and she’s here to save the day… Dear Nixie, I write bereaved and deceived.   In my wildest dreams I imagined life reinvinted, fresh cemented, au courant and heaven scented. This was my chance, my dance, my moment to shine and dine with that team all cream of the crop and top of the pop. How I longed to be where hilarity and popularity brings clarity to the word RESPECT. Alas dear Nix, since college life began from geek to chic I cannot but speak. And so I reside to the side in club okay. I ponder and wonder and ask but if a little quiff of something more might not be too much to hope for? So far my crew of v...