Disney Whore

Dear You,

Many apologies for not a-blogging over the past few days; I have been in 'show week' for a play I'm in tomorrow. It's Morte D'Arthur, and is very long where not much happens, but I admit I have started to enjoy it. I play the Archbishop of Canterbury, where I rock the purple poncho, maroon beret and black leggings combo which makes me look like an aged lesbian with a meth addiction.

Anyway, I have something to tell you. And I shall tell you through the medium of song. Listen to this, then read on:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qzunMrHka8c

Yes, I am a Disney Whore. I have written half an EPQ on the women in them (I doubt I'll ever finish it- I think it was supposed to be handed in about a fortnight ago...) and LOVE THE WHOLE THING.

And I collect merchandise. I know, right? If you don't know what Vinylmation is, weep for yourself. Alternatively, check this link and many other sites:

http://disneyparksmerchandise.com/vinylmation/

Also, I used to love Pook-a-Looz, but they stopped making them and I cried. If you're from Disney, please understand my plight and, most importantly, do something about it. They are here:

http://www.vinylnation.net/pookalooz/

If you're a Disney Whore like me, please comment on this post so I don't feel alone in the void that is my freakish Disneymania. Maybe we should start a support group...

Yours whorishly,

M.