BiBi Cambridge: High Grade Heroine

I have just discovered another of the very few highly gifted beauties with brains in the expanding blogosphere, BiBi Cambridge whose passions are similar to mine. Romantic writers and lovers of life, heart, spirit and soul.

Bibi Cambridge writes songs for a living. Pop songs. She also sings them sometimes, and there’s an unsubstantiated rumour that she has the voice of an angel. An angel on crack with a flick-knife, but an angel nonetheless.

Bibi Cambridge spends a couple of days a week working in an office, which is, she says, ok because ‘there’s a gun in my bag’.

Bibi Cambridge is gorgeous.

Bibi is single. And proud of it. Though there is ‘Mr Healing Hands’ who seems to occasionally pop up from time to time. But he managed to put her in hospital with a massage, so clearly he can’t be trusted.

Bibi Cambridge’s blog is a well-stirred stew of ideas, observations, impressions on contemporary life in London, annoying friends, romantic catastrophes, gay friends and their ‘unique’ take on the female form, the impossibility of finding a future that can compete with the past. Oh, and the first time she farted in front of her favourite lover. There’s even a very cute pet dog in there somewhere, too.

Bibi Cambridge – a pretty girl with searing insight.