tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87618700625559049742012-02-16T10:45:44.781ZIt's nothing at allWelcome to the contents of my head. It's a funny old head, you have been warned. You're not here anyway, you're a figment of delusion. Hmm.MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.comBlogger5281100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-8553945188211695162012-02-16T00:26:00.001Z2012-02-16T00:29:02.435ZAs February goes by...It's not very far on in the year and this here bloggage isn't happening on a daily basis at all. Ah well. Such is the way of all (my) intentions.Naturally I have had a fulfilling and active time in my absence and haven't spent all the time playing with my 3DS at all. Not one bit. Ok, maybe. In my head I am writing a novel to win the Good Housekeeping competition to win your book in print. I have MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-4270860060137794132012-02-09T12:06:00.001Z2012-02-09T12:06:00.358ZMums onlineSo today started off badly at bedtime last night, the mood is not good. Badly organised bedtime = bad sleep and hectic morning. During baby's nap this morning, I elected to sit down with a coffee and The Wright Stuff. To find them chortling about the much maligned Mumsnet. I have reservations about Mumsnet; google lists results from there highly on searches (and indeed other forums) and instead MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-64270545369543776152012-02-08T11:46:00.001Z2012-02-08T11:51:59.017ZPerfect skinIt's about make up. I am, after all, a girl. Yes, girl. Ok. I am a woman. Grr.Due to my ongoing preoccupation with my face and the fact that it is unhidden by tresses, I have been forced to investigate the wearing of make up. Not that I am unfamiliar with the wearing of it, I adore make up and own many many different types (mostly lipsticks, a woman can never have too many). But I rarely get MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-17747786345327239222012-02-07T13:38:00.000Z2012-02-08T13:56:26.073ZHappy birthday Mr DickensCharles Dickens was born on 8th February 1812, which makes this the 200th anniversary of his birth.You will of course know this due to attending all the Dickens Dinners and the general celebration of all things Dickens. What, you haven't?I was reminded that it was the bicentenary - of the arrival of an infant Dickens - by an email from Lovereading. Why wasn't I bombarded with this? He was one of MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-73930576875618747732012-02-06T23:20:00.000Z2012-02-08T13:59:37.129ZAgeing disgracefullyPeriodically I catch sight of myself and am surprised to see a middle aged person looking back at me out of the mirror. The short hair and specs add to this; I look and feel kind of old. As do my peers, I'm sorry to say. We ain't young no more. My children add to this feeling of decrepitude by talking about my youth as "the past" and asking what I did before television was invented. Incidentally,MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-9621922759951253112012-02-05T23:46:00.000Z2012-02-08T13:58:58.770ZFebruary is hereHmm. It seems to be the 5th of February. Oops.Which does mean that I forgot the birthday yesterday of someone who used to be very important. Which is a bit sad. Not that it was their birthday, but that it doesn't matter that I forgot, because they couldn't care less.I've got another to-be-forgotten birthday next week but I have more self respect than to spend another moment thinking about that MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-27339399165317871022012-01-30T23:31:00.000Z2012-01-31T00:31:44.036ZGreen (ish)It turns out I am as green as a cucumber.Maybe the inside, ok.On my current quest to commence greatness* as of February 1st, I've been reading up on how to be greener. I'm not very good at being green; we have very little in the way of services for recycling and I rarely manage to save more than paper and bottles. I drive a petrol car to places I don't need to go to. Disposable nappies are firmlyMDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-63963977102734067002012-01-29T22:11:00.000Z2012-01-30T09:12:11.269ZBecoming happySo I've missed a few days again.It's not daily. Not any more. Most is ok.I am reading a little ebook, of the free variety, which is 52 ways to improve your life or something similar. I have so far read 1-13 and feel the need to share in a paraphrasing sort of way.So, suggestion number 1 is the concept of treating others as you would wish to be treated. Sadly I don't have millions of pounds to MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-72836806563043729312012-01-25T23:33:00.000Z2012-01-26T23:45:35.409ZSuper LuigiMore Mario, sorry, I'm not doing much else. Mariokart 7 is in my basket awaiting payday, I'll spraff on about that in time. Special world one mission: rescue Luigi. Once completed, you can play as Luigi. Luigi is my favourite Mario character, along with Daisy, the original princess before Pe-ach stole the title.An aside there. For those who have played Mariokart, the SNES version, the MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-79355630560806112742012-01-24T23:04:00.000Z2012-01-25T01:05:13.936ZSpecial MarioOoh. Ooh. Ooh!So it turns out that Mario 3D isn't a waste of money after all. I finished the game today, and I only had to do, erm, most of world 8 using the invincible cheat. This took me 12 hours and 44 minutes, over the course of 2 weeks. Not a lot, I hear you say. I beat Bowser and rescued the princess and so the game was finished. But ho and lebold! A whole new world (a new fantastic point MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-11120131125634192562012-01-23T15:48:00.000Z2012-01-24T16:03:09.737ZThe post for 23 January - finally!Oh welcome back Blogpress! It works again. It wasn't (which was iTunes not doing the update) and I had I use Blogger: the app, which didn't have a lot of features. Blogger: the site, doesn't work well at all on the phone, and I don't have a functional PC I can stand to use.To recap the original post, I am catching up on Sherlock, which is universally acknowledged as being Very Good. And it is. IMDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-36446485008114168612012-01-22T22:21:00.001Z2012-01-22T22:23:15.372ZHate and Loathing in Lost ValuesI have a hobby: shouting at David Cameron on the TV. It is quite a satisfying habit as they very often follow footage of the oafish Cameron and his words of misery with coverage of the unable-to-speak Ed Miliband (how did that happen?) and the permanently sheepish Nick Clegg. Much shouting all round.
Talking of Clegg, I naively believed him when he talked of influencing from within. I am a fool.MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-43922353148656444022012-01-21T21:30:00.000Z2012-01-22T02:28:36.823ZBlogging success and the lack thereofWell, 21 days gone and I haven't blogged for 3 of them.
Oops.
Not giving up.
Mildly chastising self and pledging keeping going.
18/21 ain't bad. It's most days, not every day. I'm sure I clarified that. We'll get there.
"We" being me, Sam, people
In my head and a number of bots. Woooo. Apologies if you're not a bot, I'm not saying you're bot-like, just that statistically, we are pretty much MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-30589514978597291362012-01-18T02:05:00.001Z2012-01-18T02:06:45.758Z2012, the year that worksWell, due to having a birthday last week, I failed to acknowledge the need for resolutions aside from the perpetual need to shift the belly. So now it is time to contemplate what it is I want to have achieved by the end of 2012.
Having been dieting for precisely 48 hours, it is galling not to be slim yet, but I shall persist. I know how good it feels to succeed and FINALLY my head seems to be inMDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-71318057659958499482012-01-17T23:38:00.001Z2012-01-17T23:59:32.229ZDaily bloggingI'm going to do it.
Today however has been dedicated to a teething baby, boisterous six year olds and the resulting sleep catch up and brain decay.
So there's not a lot to say.
Watching: Masterchef, Stargazing Live, One Born Every Minute (and being grateful Neighbours is back after the Christmas break).
Listening to: David Guetta. No, I didn't see that coming either.
Reading: Charles MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-46419364034156586152012-01-16T09:53:00.001Z2012-01-16T09:53:12.166ZHome button bluesArgh. The joys of being an iPhone user. I'm not sure why exactly I am on my second iPhone, I seem to genuinely believe I would be less happy with another phone and so I had to replace my useless 3G with an iPhone 4. Excellent phone, very happy, love my apps and all is good.
When it works.
I have a deep distrust of Apple and their updates. The 3G was unusable slow once iOS 4 came out. See all MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-87727528245553657702012-01-15T23:30:00.000Z2012-01-16T01:53:28.917ZHangoverBleurgh. Being somewhat out of practice of the old drinking thing, I forgot how awful hangovers are.
Good night out, followed by 3am sickness. Poor sleep, punctuated by thumping head and shivers. Surprise sickness later on didn't help much either.
The cure, as every drunkard Scot knows, is Irn Bru. Having dispatched grumpypants to procure some Irn Bru, with the desperate instruction of "even MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-75882372353679724522012-01-14T20:32:00.001Z2012-01-14T20:33:41.270ZA moment of feminist rantingExcluding those I live with, I lead an entirely female companioned existence. Most of the time I think that I miss being around men and then I remember that actually, men are pretty rubbish.
When things look good there's always a man (or two) to bring you back down to your place.
Rar.
That's all. Back to normal now...MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-36156255698701371232012-01-13T01:09:00.001Z2012-01-13T13:26:05.687ZA bank by any other nameVirgin.
Ptooee, for one needs to spit after uttering that word in reference to the company, which that was.
No, to be fair, everything attached to the moniker Virgin is not awful. Virgin trains, for example, run the truly fabulous Pendolinos. Virgin Media give me TV and, while not perfect, are a million times better than they were when they were Telewest. Virgin Records weren't hateful, nor isMDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-20772656708175360932012-01-12T12:11:00.001Z2012-01-12T12:13:00.686ZMario timeSo I'm probably too old to play Mario. That doesn't stop me, I can discuss baddies with my six year old.
Having owned a 3DS and Super Marioland 3D for one day, I feel qualified to comment on it. I may possibly have spent rather a lot of that day playing it, of course.
The 3D aspect is a gimmick, quite cool but doesn't really add or detract anything to gameplay.
This is a standard Mario game MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-57497360576802964752012-01-11T11:45:00.001Z2012-01-11T23:04:08.687Z11 January 1865Gosh I'm old.
But it is my birthday and I did receive a Nintendo 3DS with SuperMario Land 3D, so sadly I no longer have time to blog...
(this may be rectified tomorrow when my eyes have gone wonky).MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-14287249226322775692012-01-10T00:52:00.001Z2012-01-10T01:14:46.664ZSpiralWhen the BBC discover something marvellous, why do they hide it on BBC4? Why does BBC1 show and heavily advertise total atrocities yet fail to draw attention to actual brilliance?
I am thinking in particular of Spiral, or to give it its French name, Engrenages. Which actually translates as Gears, not spiral, but I guess there's a translation related explanation.
This is superb tv. It is MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-38748605712788673002012-01-09T02:12:00.001Z2012-01-09T02:12:36.748ZBirthweekI've upgraded. One day seems hardly sufficient to contemplate the vast number of years I've been alive, so this year I'm having a week.
Yes, I am too old to care. Pfffffth to that.
Normally I strop and humph my way through the days surrounding my birthday in a fug of "nobody cares, boo, the last year has been a disaster" etc.
Not this year.
Last year I had a chronic neck injury and was MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-11252711601848871682012-01-08T16:05:00.001Z2012-01-09T13:31:40.592ZBeastiesOne of the things I dislike most about summer is the constant stream of insects. I don't like insects at all, with the exception of bees who are clever and generally unannoying.
My pet hates are daddy long legs and moths. They get in the house and then when it's dark they run amok. Moths fly towards any light, which is particularly irksome when the only light is the nightlight you are reading MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-21226746139222455942012-01-07T23:30:00.000Z2012-01-08T01:32:46.615ZMeet the veggiesThere won't be any meeting of any veggies, I am afraid the title is a bit misleading and a result of a rather unfathomable obsession with Mr Bloom of Mr Bloom's Nursery and a very catchy tune entitled, astonishingly, "Meet the Veggies".
I'd link if I could. Google will help you if you care, but know not who he be or what I'm on about.
Anyway. It's a new year, again, and despite my defence of myMDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-57542922606466376852012-01-06T23:04:00.002Z2012-01-06T23:08:04.093ZEpiphanySo that's Christmas well and truly over again. Boo. I like Christmas. I dutifully removed all the decorations yesterday as one is meant to, and checked carefully around the house for the one I had missed, for there is always one. Sure enough, when leaving the house today there was the sort-of-wreath on the front door. Because I checked the whole of the INSIDE of the house, of course, not the MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-52718904796242844612012-01-05T01:56:00.001Z2012-01-05T09:11:36.512ZFLYing without sanityIn October 2010, I read an article that told me about FLYlady. An incentive to declutter and clean, according to her doctrines.
Which mostly boils down to do a little, achieve a lot. FLYing come from the acronym FLY, which means to Finally Love Yourself. Love yourself, stop being a perfectionist, look after your appearance and your home, and feel that you are blessing your home and your family MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-66587316023373314692012-01-04T09:44:00.004Z2012-01-04T23:33:28.802ZHow not to get moneyI'm feeling extremely ripped off. I have been selling items on eBay, firstly I sold some maternity items which were very cheap but got them a new home, out of mine and made me a tiny profit.
Then I sold some of my 1980s toys. First up were some Sindy dolls which generated a LOT of interest. I managed to get a small but countable amount of money for these. Grand.
Then I encountered the joy that MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-11818851682890602312012-01-03T21:16:00.002Z2012-01-03T21:18:51.465ZBlowin' in the Wind'twas a little blowy out today.
95mph at the Forth Road Bridge, resulting in closure of said bridge. Normally not particularly a tragedy - if annoying on principle - people getting stuck this side of the bridge is fine for those of us stuck at home, it was bad today on account of it being my twins' sixth birthday and their grandparents selfishly living on the other side of the bridge.
MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-57163378822752917142012-01-02T23:42:00.001Z2012-01-09T12:47:09.382Z12 days of iTunesI am not loving iTunes. I don't usually love iTunes much on account of it being the guffest piece of software ever to exist, but the non-love is expanding.
Each Christmas they do their "12 days of Christmas" giveaway; every day for 12 days, starting boxing day, they give away a free something. Lovely, but it is highly possible that it is not done out of altruism. No, really.
I have a 16Gb MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-23232082364389981862012-01-01T23:04:00.005Z2012-01-01T23:32:48.261ZFirst day of the yearSo, it's January 1st.
I'm resurrecting this. We'll see how it goes, a lot depends on Blogpress and how it works - which is an iTunes issue according to the nice developers.
New Year. A non event, as it has been for considerably more years than I've not actively done nothing on purpose. And the 4th year in a row my boys failed to wake for midnight. I got the "why didn't you wake us?" this MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-37234510703195363692011-09-11T23:24:00.000+01:002011-09-11T23:24:23.236+01:00What I have been doingI done made this perfect tiny person:
My daughter. Born 02.09.2011, one month early due to her incubator (me) being a bit broken.MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-625142218266209402011-02-06T01:24:00.002Z2011-02-06T01:26:06.328ZMe, for the next few monthsMy upcoming preoccupation is revealed here:
And for most it will be, as warned, entirely uninteresting. It's one of those ones for me, you know, and potentially for other people in the same icky boat.
I shall return as me one day.
Be good.MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-198092284766192882011-02-03T12:41:00.000Z2011-02-03T12:41:00.652ZNew distractionOh neglected blog of mine, I am sorry.
I fear the neglect will be worse as I have moved onto another. For now it is a secret, but all will be revealed in time.
Extremely boringly for most, but hey. It's my blog and I'll bore people stupid on it if I want to.MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-85781812419287598092010-10-02T01:11:00.001+01:002010-10-02T01:11:15.710+01:00And the news that isn't is...So.I love my job. It's ace. I've been there a month, the rot will set in soon I'm sure. For now: happy chapette. Free time is now zilch, as I've gone all domesticated and joined a cleaning cult. Explanations may be forthcoming. They may also not be.Boys are all settled in at school and being ever so grown up. And astonishingly clever. Well, not THAT astonishing, being mine and all, but impressiveMDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-70311044145423100992010-08-16T02:03:00.001+01:002010-08-16T02:03:23.616+01:00Since I've been gone...Ah yes. Blogging every day has slipped a teeny tiny microtad. July happened, indeed it did, as has much of August.Since my last bloggage, I have done the following (which I shall ponder upon wordily at a later time):1) watched a lot of Big Brother. Yes, I know.2) ate the most sublime meal I have ever had the privilege of tasting.3) did the unthinkable and proved myself employable after all. 4) MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-77899620710795194982010-06-22T02:05:00.001+01:002010-06-22T02:19:01.334+01:00Time thievesIt may come as a surprise but I don't rate summer much. I prefer winter. Autumn rocks.One of the things I hate most about impending summer is the loss of an hour when the clocks go forward to BST, or GMT +1 as I think of it, the +1 being stolen.There is talk of NOT GIVING IT BACK. The clocks would stay forward in October, keeping my hour forever, and then go forward again in March. Preposterous! MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-88563905129003551582010-06-20T11:13:00.000+01:002010-06-20T11:19:01.539+01:00England the BraveWe're racist apparently.So said the people who complained to Fife Police, resulting in HMV Kirkcaldy being subject to the police removing their "Anyone But England" merchandise.Ok! Way to incite hatred.We don't want England to win. We don't. Not because we are racist, because they would be insufferable bores if they won. We don't hate them. We don't have a line in racist slurs. We don't attack MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-9192994739211884312010-06-17T03:02:00.002+01:002010-06-17T09:40:00.502+01:00XMeh.
I'm in a mood.
Why?
Because I'm self obsessed. Obviously, or I wouldn't have a blog dedicated to nothing except things I done thunked.
So. A little quiet. And a little bit ginormously insecure about complete lack of interesting topics/anecdotes/observations.
Had some crisps today. Mmm. Oh, you discovered the cure for AIDS? That reminds me of a cup of tea I drank on Friday. Do let's talk MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-43977131472179266892010-06-12T02:22:00.001+01:002010-06-13T23:36:58.415+01:00Fitba!It's verrrrry exciting. It is. I adore the World Cup, always have. In 1998 when Scotland played Brazil, I nearly burst. So did most of the rest of Scotland to be fair. Several times. We own the 1998 World Cup Monopoly, which I do believe used some impossible ranking to ensure the teams that were there were in the game. Like, erm, Scotland. Scotland is Whitechapel, Switzerland has the humiliatingMDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-28421108347258494412010-06-05T17:12:00.000+01:002010-06-05T17:22:23.761+01:00GirrrderrrsAn investigation into the wonder that is Irn Bru yielded some information that I feel compelled to share.However, much of it comes from Wiki, naturally, which begins with:Irn Bru (pronounced Iron Brew)...Nooooooooo! It is so not! Irn. No second vowel. And the oo of Bru is a shorter sound than the oo of brew. Irn Bru. Unpronounceable too. Remember?But still. Onward.Previously acknowledged facts MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-42863307071553325922010-06-03T17:04:00.000+01:002010-06-03T17:08:48.534+01:00Without reasonSometimes things happen for no reason whatsoever, they are genuinely random things. They just do, but something in human nature makes us demand to know "why?".Actually, that's not true. We only want to know why when it's a bad thing. We don't spend ages wondering why it was that the £10 note was in the gutter, why it was you that happened to be there to find it and why not someone else. No, the MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-1369267836787178892010-05-26T01:30:00.003+01:002012-01-07T00:02:34.843ZWhy Social Networking May be GOOD for Some People's HealthPah. Pah, pah and pah.
Oh, self satisfied popular rich busy people, how you mock!
This week I have tripped over the headline "social networking is bad for your health" in some way, shape or form at least 256 times. It's annoying, because every time I have to think to myself "well, no actually, I don't agree". Which gets wearing after the first 100 times.
What these items/articles/self MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-56754105538851147962010-05-21T02:01:00.001+01:002010-05-27T21:10:13.459+01:00Childishly brilliantHow to feel clever: compare yourself to children and/or idiots.
The most spectacular job interview I have ever done followed an hour or so of watching the videos of unsuccessful Big Brother candidates.
And therein lies the appeal of such programmes, the viewer is assured that no matter how rubbish they may have suspected themselves to be, they would obviously be better on camera, do better in MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-7423087388323060232010-05-20T01:49:00.000+01:002010-05-20T01:50:57.387+01:00Alan Sugar, eaten by a phoneSo I typed a thing about tonight's Junior Apprentice. It disappeared.In a nutshell:Hibah: good riddance. Me me me me me me me me me I know best me me I'm so clever me me me I am blameless it's not my fault all don't bow to my sheer brilliance.Zoe: tediously up herself. You're not all that kiddo.Adam: shortly to be adopted by Alan Sugar. If he doesn't win I'll eat something much more edible than aMDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-4186189204601691632010-05-19T03:01:00.001+01:002010-05-27T21:13:37.350+01:00I think...Lists. They're nice, aren't they?
And this is a list of things I have argued about recently, other things that I care about and some general ponderance. None of this is new.
1) I like being married and I don't really understand why people don't want to. That's not to say that it's wrong not to be married or that marriage is right. I just think it's nice and would therefore recommend it. I do MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-50540871844808373492010-05-17T23:56:00.001+01:002010-05-17T23:56:38.166+01:00Ok, okSo, I'm not going to manage one-a-day.And it doesn't matter that much. No.Sometimes it's nice to share, to jot down thoughts and ideas and opinions.Other times, I don't want to. So, it's unrealistic to expect to feel significant and shary 365 days a year. (check: 10 does not divide by 4. Good).Some do, and manage it fine. Or maybe they don't feel the need to question why they write stuff when MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-58054721497996348742010-05-14T23:54:00.000+01:002010-05-16T03:10:37.808+01:00Entertaining childrenThere's a lot of kids cropping up on my limited TV watching at the moment. First there's Over The Rainbow, where many of the potential Dorothys (and two of the semifinalists) are teens. Not quite children, but young. They're all terribly nice though.And then there's Junior Apprentice. Precocious brats before they achieved triple firsts at the age of 22. Marginally younger and less arrogant than MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-11194436766733330092010-05-13T17:34:00.001+01:002010-05-27T21:18:01.768+01:00Peculiarities...A question that is NEVER good to be asked, unless the answer is affirmative, is the old chestnut "are you pregnant".
No, but obviously I'm looking really fat today, thanks.The really friendly grandparent from school (you forgot? what? this one) asked me today if I'd had the baby yet, because some people clearly have the ability to feel no discomfort whatsoever while offending people.
3 stones MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-8185196136639158132010-05-12T23:59:00.000+01:002010-05-13T01:27:38.807+01:00What they saidMore of other people's words.Because it's important.Because their words are more coherent than mine.Because that's what's in my head.Sorry. Bloggage of the drivelly norm tomorrow. (copied and pasted from the LibDems' info, I take no responsibility for grammar)Wed, 12 May 2010Agreements between the Liberal Democrats and the Conservative Party was reached May 11, 2010.This document sets out MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-68486742885446163462010-05-12T01:48:00.000+01:002010-05-12T02:03:59.037+01:00What he saidThe following is the speech fromNick Clegg, deputy Prime Minister, who says everything I hope for and want to believe in, and says it eloquently:********Tonight the Liberal Democrat Parliamentary Party and the Federal Executive of the Liberal Democrat party have overwhelmingly accepted my recommendation that we should now enter into a coalition government with the Conservative Party.Before I say MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-17039928525002253202010-05-11T13:55:00.000+01:002010-05-11T13:56:26.241+01:00Get on with it!Ugh. It's going on a bit. So I shall too.LibDems have still not made up their mind. LibDems and Tories can't agree, they are poles apart on beliefs. Yeah, a tempered Tory government would be a great thing and LibDems would have achieved a miracle if they got concessions towards their policies under Tory rule. But for an entire term, could a coalition between Tories and a party that the majority MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-290681148943607242010-05-10T23:25:00.001+01:002010-05-10T23:25:41.709+01:00Confused and a bit more confusedI don't think I know anything today.Uhhhhhhhhh.So, I'm not entirely sure what's happening with our government. Or our potential government, as I THINK we don't have one just now.And our PM quit, or he will soon, when he thinks he's not useful any more (I think the consensus is now tbh).So. Lots of things I don't know. I don't think we're getting a Tory government. We may be. I'm not sure. MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-51201680559272948212010-05-09T23:38:00.001+01:002010-05-10T14:48:07.985+01:00More Over the RainbowI've lost count of weeks. And posts. Ah well.
After this weekend's double eviction, there's four left. Danielle is the best, but I am warming more and more towards Sophie. She has a quality that I think deserves to go far. Steph and Lauren are both talented, but I don't think the public will vote for either of them. Lauren sings horrible songs and the panel rave about her voice, but they're not MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-12401304324053364742010-05-08T22:22:00.000+01:002010-05-10T14:36:30.993+01:00Doctor?Well, Dr Who seemed marvellous. Steven Moffat is brilliant, Matt Smith is the Best Doctor Ever, and Karen Gillan is a fabulous companion. The first stories were compelling and interesting, including revisiting the weeping angels. It transpires that Blink was written by Steven Moffat, so that explains a Lot. According to wiki, he also wrote Press Gang and Coupling so he should clearly be forced toMDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-63091240646408022412010-05-07T13:52:00.054+01:002010-05-27T21:24:16.559+01:00And the result is... pending.How disappointing. The people of England voted for the smug one. Presumably they're either bigots at heart or swayed completely by the media.
The people of Scotland did not. One Tory seat in Scotland. One. Which actually makes me proud to be Scottish, and newly open to the idea of independence.
I had a moment of over excitement at 1am and trotted off to the college at which the Kirkcaldy resultMDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-80928686063334930672010-05-06T13:43:00.020+01:002010-05-10T14:55:02.649+01:00Election Day!!Never in my life have I cared so much about an election result.
Why? Because I wholeheartedly do not agree with Tory policies. Because I don't want what they propose for the country, for the economy. Because I really really dislike David Cameron and feel ill at the prospect of seeing his smug inhuman face pulling his "Sincere" expression every time I turn on the TV. I hated it when Tony Blair MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-76814703227070312582010-05-05T23:55:00.001+01:002010-05-27T21:26:47.513+01:00Voting sicknessI feel ill. Literally ill. I am so very nervous about the result of the election. And so this is going to be mostly a flow of incoherent consciousness...
I found this interesting website today: votematch.org.uk (handy how I don't make links be links, huh?) which has taken up a large chunk of my day.
Unsurprisingly, I came out as matching Liberal Democrats. I think they're rather marvellous, I MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-17356069753631425972010-05-04T23:30:00.002+01:002010-05-27T21:27:31.374+01:00StupifyingA truly unneccesary paragraph from phrases.org.uk entry for the origin of the phrase, "sent to Coventry":
This phrase was common in industrial disputes in Britain in the mid-twentieth century. Anyone who was considered to be unsupportive of the workforce was in danger of finding that his/her workmates refused to acknowledge their existence. Co-incidentally this was centred on the highly MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-80188784272248224782010-04-23T23:04:00.001+01:002010-05-27T21:28:36.154+01:00Non blogSo I have days when I have lots on my mind, when there is lots I could say, and I wouldn't utter a word.
Frivolous nonsense.
Like now. And so, in a "clever" keeping of a promise to myself, I'm hiding in the past.
Today my mind is filled with little more than a full and frank analysis of all the men who have entered my consciousness today. When I say full and frank, it's more of a yay/nay thingMDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-57336861668378392852010-04-22T01:29:00.002+01:002010-05-03T01:31:14.060+01:00tirednessdearie me this is difficult. backdating and catching up, I'm ever so tired.
promises promises, I shall do more later...MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-79684017030727917832010-04-21T01:23:00.004+01:002010-05-03T01:29:37.030+01:00eBayOne of these days I'll start selling things on eBay. But for now as I like/need to have far more stuff than I have space or use for, I shall content myself with purchasing. It's much easier, and it does allow the purchase of otherwise unaffordable things.
And as Early Learning Centre determinedly discontinue their best toys, sometimes eBay is the only way to buy. Specifically, they have MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-27411785419098474612010-04-20T01:10:00.019+01:002010-05-03T01:23:19.517+01:00iPhone and Nokia and being very boringHaving met a rather nice Nokia 5800, I am now contemplating the next phone, for a tedious nonchange. Which shouldn't be too soon because my iPhone is after all only 9 months old, despite being contractless now, and I'm not actually an idiot. The next logical step would be another iPhone, because despite many failings, I do love it and I do especially love all my apps. But there is the huge fact MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-23164740965044416672010-04-19T23:03:00.001+01:002010-05-03T01:10:13.600+01:00Sore throatSo, my notes put the title of "sore throat" for today.
Did I have a sore throat?
Hmm.
Ah yes. An endoscopy. For my stomach complaineth as to the amounts of painkillers applied to it, and so the gastroenterologist recommended an endoscopy. Yuk.
I didn't have a sedative because a) I'm not a fan of anaesthetics of any type, I don't like meddling with the nervous system if not required (painkillersMDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-51732142285770809632010-04-18T00:53:00.014+01:002010-05-03T01:02:44.066+01:00Over the Rainbow week 4So I stopped taking notes on this, because that was sad saddery.
Tonight Dani and Danielle were in the singoff, I'm not sure why, neither were rubbish, and Dani went home. The other girls were quite dry eyed compared to last time, or to be precise, the editing team didn't see fit to focus on the tears this week.
Opinion from expert Me, which changes weekly:
Emilie is rubbish, I don't know why MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-18730313404943200832010-04-17T00:46:00.002+01:002010-05-27T21:30:36.025+01:00Planes and venusSince the volcanic eruption in Iceland (I nearly typed Venus there, confusedly. That WOULD be news!) the volcanic ash has grounded all the planes. The skies are empty.
I like it. Selfishly, as I don't have any need to fly, it's rather nice. I think flying is rather unnecessary in most cases. To travel long distance, it is necessary. To travel within the UK, it is silly, but ludicrously often MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-43026464006222310242010-04-16T00:43:00.000+01:002010-05-03T00:45:56.041+01:00Homeward BoundBoo.
Home again.
Home is rubbish. Home has lots of stuff to do.
Miss companions already.
Getting home, via Carlisle once more, was good. Love car.
Otherwise:disgruntled. The trouble with having a really lovely time with really lovely company is when it's over, normal life seems a bit rubbisher.
But still, it will pass when I remember the lovely company I can have here, and look forward to the MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-23263418083741779522010-04-15T00:32:00.000+01:002010-05-03T00:43:26.456+01:00Anniversary and mammoth stupidityToday is the anniversary of my car crash. And of course, I am fully recovered.
Or not. Fully mobile and outwardly healthy, but utterly dependent on massive amounts of painkillers and pathetically restricted still on activities. But getting there, can now drive for an hour or so, and can do MOST things as long as I'm painkillered up and accept that some things sure can hurt. And don't swim or haveMDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-84254488906220893662010-04-14T00:01:00.001+01:002010-05-03T00:32:28.120+01:00Strange FortressesToday's travellage took us to a place called Fort Paull.
A most peculiar place, you can read all about it here. It is a Napoleonic Fort, but that is completely overlooked as it is quite definitely a museum of World War II. Verrrrry interesting, and we were there for a few hours, the kids loved the fabulous adventure playground. They have a WW2 plane that you can climb right into, which is MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-55932260110512909532010-04-13T23:57:00.000+01:002010-05-03T00:01:43.761+01:00Lighthouses and not being places at the weekend.Hmm. Yorkshire. Around Hull, specifically.
Last time we visitated, the cool dinosaur museum was shut. Open weekends and school holidays.
Guess what? Same again. Not holidays here, even though it is the holidays in Scotland and Wales.
Withernsea has a famous inland (reasons for the inlandness were not made apparent) lighthouse.
Which was shut.
Except at the weekend, and from June to September.
MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-70846597404658700232010-04-12T23:53:00.007+01:002010-05-02T23:57:08.750+01:00To the southAnd so the family D travelled to the country in the South, to that place they call England, to a place by the Humber.
And they travelled via Carlisle, and the lady of the family was conceded to be cleverest of all.
And the people who were there when they arrived were as lovely as they had been 7 years before, even if they had doubled in number.
The joy of having nothing to do of an evening is MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-76065869461825037652010-04-11T23:45:00.022+01:002010-05-02T23:52:58.258+01:00Over the Rainbow week 3OK, so noone cares about this, but like some saddo I took notes. Oh yes.
So here's the notes:
Charlotte's hair big, Sheila's very voluminous too
"Good lord" nickname to keep
Giant slippers freaky,why have giant ruby slippers?
Girls:
Sophie Evans, Jessica Robinson
Sophie, bla, in school 4 weeks ago. Good reminder. Trying to be fun,
seemed about 11, singing "don't impress me much". Not well. MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-52322536238326511142010-04-10T23:24:00.000+01:002010-05-02T23:42:00.012+01:00Gordon Brown in KirkcaldySo, Gordon Brown visited Kirkcaldy today.
The town he grew up in.
So he's not going to be convinced by:
the shiny shiny litter free streets
the jolly happy people
the spirit of joy captured by the marching band
But still, nice to make the effort. Security at its finest: bin bags over bins. Without meaning to be picky, could a potential assassin/terrorist wanting to place a device in a bin MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-50721015604437295122010-04-09T23:24:00.000+01:002010-05-02T23:24:20.411+01:00PackingEssentials for packing:
medication
phone
phone charger
credit card
everything else can be sorted later.MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-18554032391682108872010-04-08T23:34:00.000+01:002010-04-09T02:08:02.586+01:00iPhone 4.0 and other reasons to be in a bad mood.Yips. iPhone 4.0 announced today. Main points that I got from this much anticipated reveal: 1) Multitasking - the biggy, the inevitable - won't work on iPhone 3G. That's right. My one. The one I got 9 months ago, albeit as an insurance replacement (and before you ask, home insurance, not rip off phone insurance) and so 9 months into my contract (now complete) and so am not remotely ready to MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-4374757667759010292010-04-07T22:57:00.042+01:002010-05-02T23:22:28.415+01:00mp3 CDAnd this, the first of the catchup. The title I have written is mp3 CD. And so this is what I thought, then.
Wires have been bought and tried, old technologies (iRiver) have been tried and found to conflict with idiocy of driver. So mp3 CDs have been made.
Oh wow.
Wow.
Wow.
Once upon a very long time ago, I was given my first tape recorder. The mix tape became a reality/obsession for me.
MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-26950685121718524432010-04-06T21:07:00.001+01:002010-05-02T22:59:40.934+01:00Sloppy bloggingSo, there's been a lack of blogs.
So what? you say. Well, I promised myself a blog per day, which means 30 for April, not, erm, 6.
Notes have been taken, being an incredibly sad sort of person, and a promise is a promise even if only to oneself. Titles will be as incredibly sad notes decree.
Sick chiddlers, being away on holiday (yay!) and now exams mean no time for bloggage.
They will MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-42762484134585911592010-04-05T22:39:00.000+01:002010-04-06T09:52:47.301+01:00EasterEaster. Bank holiday extraordinaire, being Friday AND Monday. Except, sorry, did we not have 2nd January instead of Easter Monday? Having it anyway, goodo.So. I don't really "do" Easter. Which probably makes me a hypocrit as I defend Christmas so much. But I like to argue that's about winter and family and all what not, and if you want the Jesus aspect, it's celebrating his birth. Easter is MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-87148820049215392462010-04-04T23:12:00.000+01:002010-04-06T09:30:49.905+01:00Over the Rainbow, wk 2Never done one of these before, bear with me. Reality TV. Meh. Stupid people, being stupid and edited to look stupider. Entertainment void. X Factor is extraordinarily cruel. Auditions are purely an excuse to openly laugh at people who are deluded about their own talent. Oh ha ha ha. And to shatter dreams with a cruel comment? What joy! But, yeah, addictive. You watch, you care, you want to know MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-23273078545133699932010-04-03T00:01:00.000+01:002010-04-02T23:42:30.401+01:00A view to a driveHawick: meh.(For foreigners, idiots and Englishmen: pronounced "Hoick")Car: magnifico!Rain sensitive wipers: probably the most exciting thing I have ever had ever, ever. I clappedthem the first few times. That's true. And I wasn't driving at the time. It infuriatingly didn't rain today, but the relentless sunshine melted enough snow - I know!!! Getting away from the sea results in astonishing MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-70792589338415232242010-04-02T01:59:00.000+01:002010-04-02T02:02:22.062+01:00WinningIn just over a week, we are to journey to Yorkshire, which involves one of the following choices:1) driving directly via (famously bad) A roads2) driving indirectly via mostly motorway, with a short section on a very bad A road. 10 miles further, 30 mins quicker.3) motorway all the way. 67 miles longer, not sure on time.The sensible woman of the household thinks 3 but would accept 2. Grumpypants MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-51891699214352713902010-04-01T11:44:00.001+01:002010-04-01T11:54:27.579+01:00SwappageIncorrect titling there, it's not actually under Vauxhall's Swappage scheme, which is Very Good in normal circumstances, but when you're getting a car for nearly free, you don't necessarily qualify for other discounts. Yes, thank you for buying a new car, we shall now credit you with £3000.
Anyway. Today, at 5pm, as just triple confirmed, I shall be exchanging the old car (not pictured, just theMDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-17342047696894926922010-03-31T11:31:00.001+01:002010-05-27T21:39:57.385+01:00New car?Hmph.
Hmph.
18/3: Car ordered. Car built, ready to deliver, no modifications. Cheapness due to car SITTING THERE NEEDING SOLD.
26/3: Car "arrived at preparation centre"
DVLA to register car 26/3 or 29/3.
30/3: car still not registered. Car sitting at garage now. Expressed concern that delivery by end of March is condition of deal. Explaination that new system caused bottleneck and 68 cars MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-36568492601054579102010-03-30T23:55:00.001+01:002010-03-31T00:18:50.073+01:00Weather!!Dearest of weathers,
While it is very much appreciated that you indulge my whimsy and return to the glorious climes of Winter, I fear the current abomination outside is actually beyond requirements.
A slight drop in temperature to allay the insects and prolong the wearing of jackets was all I REALLY needed. Gale force winds and driving rain weren't actually required. Kudos for annoying people MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-71051456166573947952010-03-29T23:54:00.000+01:002010-03-30T00:29:50.425+01:00HyperchondriaNo. Not a spelling mistake.A health filled day. Nurse's appointment marked me as healthy, normal weight (with over half a stone to spare!), slightly low blood pressure. Hurrah! Full health.Or...Doctor prescibed me new painkilling drugs to try to reduce the other drugs, and sent me for an x ray. (Which I haven't been for yet, plan to go tomorrow, which I was told was ok). Currently awaiting MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-41399161787916269102010-03-28T00:32:00.000Z2010-03-29T02:49:39.038+01:00British Stupid TimeI miss that hour. A wonderful, wonderful hour, taken from that special time of day that's either spent asleep on in quiet solitude. 2am till 3am - gone! They couldn't even take 02.30 to 03.30 so 3am didn't exist, no, oh no, it's straight - wham! - into 3am when you're nonchalantly at the relative serenity of 2am.It's wrong, I tell you, as I tell everyone, every year. The reason for my upset is MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-77585770828510205892010-03-27T23:55:00.000Z2010-03-29T01:42:26.628+01:00Wedding!Glorious day. Wonderful people. Happy, happy couple.And from a completely self obsessed point of view:I have a new dad!! I needed one of them.So many compliments, I have been called stunning many, many times AND had my/our parenting skills admired. Impeccably behaved gorgeous children. My mother looked beautiful and radiant; her husband is both very lucky and a wonderful addition to our MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-2818124745793770752010-03-26T23:31:00.000Z2010-03-27T01:51:22.294ZSelf obsessionDisclaimer: the following is a vent of no interest to man nor beast. It is strange. In a matter of hours, my mother, widow of 19 years, is getting married. To a very nice man who I shall be proud to consider a parent. But still, strange.I shall be maid of honour. In a dress that I got in a fit of slenderness delusion and in which I look like a jellybaby. An aqua blue mermaid jellybaby. Next to MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-73199776344726837682010-03-25T00:18:00.001Z2010-03-25T00:18:27.452ZOh forkStuff leads to emotion leads to eye rubbing leads to ohmygodwhatisthis my eye is revving up for a "turn" and I need to be bridesmaid on Saturday. Preferably sans eyepatch.Breathe.But. Reliably informed emotion = drama queen so shall repress and get spots instead.MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-22925567936766475062010-03-24T11:15:00.002Z2010-03-24T11:22:48.026ZYou've obviously got great taste in where you get your ideas from - can you give your readers any tips on how to dwvwlop bwtter taste generally?Ah yes, now that's easy. Eat more cheese.
It has been nonscientifically proven that the consumption of cheese in relative excess is directly proportional to ability to recognise ideas and steal them.
Albert von Copy was the first to notice this phenomenon in 1765 and gave his name to the action of Alberting, later changed to being copying. He did in fact further his studies and has rough MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-57246644174919180262010-03-23T23:53:00.000Z2010-03-24T00:53:31.199ZNoticesOh, so much self importance.It's MY blog. So neh.Firstly: there is a formspring thing over thonder. Given the overwhelming response to anything else, I've blatantly pinched this idea from another nameless blog.I'm not going to beg. Secondly, go back and read the spraffle about physics, dated yesterday and we're all pretending it WAS yesterday's. All today's thought went into that. Today: vain MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-2730739478323180442010-03-22T23:22:00.087Z2010-03-24T00:38:20.870ZNatural PhilosophyI continue to be blown away by Professor Brian Cox and Wonders of the Solar System, expanding on yesterdays bletherings. Which, naturally, is being watched all at the wrong times.So, physics? Amazing. Great. Explains everything. The most interesting science...Or so I have been told, by those who I most admire (in real life) who care about science, namely big bro, hubby and my most favourite MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-6302381111852446142010-03-21T22:44:00.033Z2010-03-22T22:59:22.634ZMisogynyI try to like women, I do. I am one, I should at least find things in common with them. Most of my friends are women, men have that whole thing going on that can potentially complicate matters whether its actually a thing or not. But still, women always seem a bit rubbish. There are very few truly great women. Admirable women, yes, but there's always an undertone of "...for a woman" with anythingMDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-76351428481066409032010-03-20T22:41:00.000Z2010-03-22T22:44:11.851ZThoughtsHaving spent a pleasant day with my family, new and old, and then an all to brief late-afternoon with my friends, I feel content and spoilt for companionship.
And devoid of comment.
So.
If you are reading this, which you clearly are, please comment for me. Say something. Anonymously if you like. Please?
Thanks awfully.MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-49441217415635914182010-03-19T23:56:00.000Z2010-03-20T02:45:05.735ZVery very spoiltToday I buyed a car.Yes.A brand new Astra.That we can't really afford, so our shopping budget has just been halved. My budgetary skills (currently unused) will be honed.But...It is a total bargain and we could theoretically sell it immediately/sometime in times of serious spenditide for a profit. And it won't try to kill me. And if it does try, it won't succeed so easily.It's very nice. Silver, MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-39242271879265545502010-03-18T23:25:00.000Z2010-03-20T01:27:19.800ZBan the agedThere are certain things you do that you consider to be perfectly safe. Safe for your children, you can relax. Say, for example, walking on a pavement.On 2 occasions recently, very old people - who quite definitely should not be driving a car - have crashed their cars quite severely into parts of walkways and remarkably neither incident caused any injury. But they could have, should anyone have MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-75840921387261841922010-03-17T11:53:00.000Z2010-03-19T11:59:30.938ZIt's the Mr Men Show!Oh dear. Oh dear. Despite the innate wrongness of the Mr Men Show, it's, erm, oh no, it really is, good. Yes. Very much so. Bonkers, non shouty and really very amusing. Totally, totally (slightly) unconnected to the original Mr Men, other than some of the characters being the same and an acknowledgement of the late, great Roger Hargreaves.Aside: I should listen to that Radio 4 podcast about the MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-64441981872762702592010-03-16T10:53:00.025Z2010-03-18T11:22:56.642ZA Matter of Questionable TasteI have a problem. I claim to like cars, to know about them and how they work. I recognise a Good Car, I think, but keep gravitating towards Vauxhall.
I like the way they drive. There, I said it.
Admittedly, an Aston Martin would probably be better to drive, but the chances of that happening ever are slimmer than a very slim thing. Other cars that mortals can drive just aren't as driveable as MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-29157584847896168442010-03-15T10:37:00.025Z2010-03-18T10:53:38.323ZHappy mealFantasy dinner guests
- in fantasy dining room in fantasy house as current dining arrangements allow for 2 guests
Marcus Brigstocke. Because he eloquently states what I really think. Mostly.
Andrew Collins. Because he's Andrew Collins.
India Knight. Because I want to be her when I grow up.
Chandler Bing. Fictional? Pshaw. It's not real anyway.
Sasha Baron Cohen and Isla Fisher. Because they'reMDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-7198884641451371242010-03-14T09:32:00.033Z2010-03-18T10:03:47.611ZMotheredAhhhhhh. In my current chilled out state, attributed by grumpy pants to pain medication, attributed by myself to having achieved a higher level of spirituality and appreciation of life as a result of my accident (ahem), events such as Mothers' Day are smashing.
Present: a new handbag (as demanded). Presents always nice in a material world.
Company: my lovely hubby, my adorable children, my MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0