I put a post up on the Abebooks Book Sleuth forum the other day to find a book that I've been looking for for years and years. A genius person found the title for me and I managed to buy it for the grand total of 57p! (& postage).
This then inspired me to pop onto Green Metropolis to see what I could find on there and I had enough funds to order myself three books on there! The book I had been looking for originally had two stories in it and I managed to get the second one from GM and the other two books are two Mary Stewart books that I've been half-heartedly looking for. They were ones that I wasn't going out of my way to track down, but that I'd buy when I saw them if you know what I mean.
So 'The Sixth Seal' arrived yesterday (from Abebooks) and I demolished it in one sitting and this morning 'Madam, will you Talk?' arrived and is my planned book for this afternoon.
=========================
I haven't been sleeping well recently for various reasons and so have been keeping very odd hours. The last couple of days I have been sleeping in 4-5 hour segments about 10 hours apart which means that I've been watching very bad tv at 4 in the morning quite a lot. I've also been watching LOTR-FOTR in bits as I've been putting it on and falling asleep then going back to the last bit I saw when I wake up.
I read Books, Baguettes & Bedbugs yesterday and then popped onto Wikipedia to read a bit about the shop. Going onto Wiki was a mistake....
Between 1am and 4am this morning, these are a few of the subjects that I read about, pretty much in the order that they somehow linked together:
Shakespeare & Co.
Rive Gauche
Picasso
Museum of Modern Art
Starry Night (I'm wearing my Starry Night shirt today because of it)
Don McLean
David Crosby
Neil Young
Terry Pratchett (don't ask how he links to Neil Young, I can't explain it)
DiscWorld
Carnegie Medal (It's nice to see how many of these I have read - makes up for not reading any Booker ones!)
Lucy M. Boston
The Manor
Charmed
Paranormal Television
Buffy
My So-Called Life
Joan of Arcadia
Veronica Mars
LivingTV
At this point I started going round in circles and ended the night by reading all sorts of odd things about diegesis, Icelandic language, and monophthongs.
Saturday, February 25, 2006
Friday, February 24, 2006
Happy Things
Just found the list of happy things that my mum sent me in the summer. Can't remember if I posted it then, but it's worth reposting.
Ahhhhh...happy things.
Chocolate cake
Andy
Cats
Harry Potter book 15
Barry's teeth
Geraniums
French lunches
Pamimouses
Sunshine
Bubbles
an even bigger chocolate cake
Magic books
Ahhhhh...happy things.
Energy
I've just seen a British Gas advert where they're saying that you can get your gas bill frozen so that you pay the same price for the next however many years. There are probably people thinking "Great, this way I can avoid their 22% price rise".
The price rise starts on March 1st....the offer applies to the March 1st prices.
How many people have noticed this I wonder? They're certainly not making it obvious (although I didn't expect them too).
I'm not with British Gas, in fact I don't know who our gas supplier is (I'll have to find out). I know that it is someone who is eco-friendly(ish) though.
We're with Good Energy for our electricity though and I haven't noticed paying the extra £2 a month compared to nPower, plus I feel better for being with them - it gives me a small eco-friendly glow.
One day I want to have a house that has its own solar panels, mini turbine and anything else that will help it to be self sufficient in terms of energy.
It's a slightly more attainable house wish than that for the giant old fashioned library room complete with studded leather sofas, book ladders and antique globes.
The price rise starts on March 1st....the offer applies to the March 1st prices.
How many people have noticed this I wonder? They're certainly not making it obvious (although I didn't expect them too).
I'm not with British Gas, in fact I don't know who our gas supplier is (I'll have to find out). I know that it is someone who is eco-friendly(ish) though.
We're with Good Energy for our electricity though and I haven't noticed paying the extra £2 a month compared to nPower, plus I feel better for being with them - it gives me a small eco-friendly glow.
One day I want to have a house that has its own solar panels, mini turbine and anything else that will help it to be self sufficient in terms of energy.
It's a slightly more attainable house wish than that for the giant old fashioned library room complete with studded leather sofas, book ladders and antique globes.
Thursday, February 23, 2006
*grin*
I rented Matinee from ScreenSelect a few weeks ago as it was a film I used to love (cos I fancied Simon Fenton) and because it never turned up on Sky Movies.
It's on Sky right now!!!!
It's on Sky right now!!!!
Horoscopes
Quickie: Don't test your stamina now. Eat well, get plenty of rest and treat yourself right.
Overview: There are certain qualities about you that are incandescent, but you're too stuck dwelling on your so-called negatives that you can't see them. Discover what it is that makes you special and worthwhile.
If the doorknob doesn't want to turn today, KATE, don't force it. You will only succeed in breaking the key in half. Perhaps you just need to try another door. If things don't flow smoothly into place, then they probably weren't meant to be. Life shouldn't have to be a struggle. Our job is to be happy. Remember that the next time you find yourself in a long line, view the situation as a relaxing period of rest.
Friday, February 10, 2006
Library Borrowing
They've announced the most borrowed authors from libraries and shock horror, Catherine Cookson has dropped out of the Top Ten list.
There's a lovely bit at the bottom when they say that peoples tastes must be changing. I don't think it's all about the tastes changing, more about the people using the libraries.
I mean, how many of the little old ladies that were reading Catherine Cookson five years ago are still going to be reading her. Partly because she died in 1998 and hence a lack of new books. Partly because...well they're little old ladies and there will be a certain decrease in that generations use of libraries as that generation dies.
Library bosses should be looking to the Baby Boomers to see what reading material will be requested. May I suggest consulting John, a part-time library assistant at Basildon Library in Essex to see what borrowers of the future will be after.
Recently recommended titles include Maisie Dobbs by Jacqueline Winspear and
The Athenian Murders by Jose Carlos Somoza plus anything by
Boris Akunin, Carl Hiaasen and Tess Gerritsen.
There's a lovely bit at the bottom when they say that peoples tastes must be changing. I don't think it's all about the tastes changing, more about the people using the libraries.
I mean, how many of the little old ladies that were reading Catherine Cookson five years ago are still going to be reading her. Partly because she died in 1998 and hence a lack of new books. Partly because...well they're little old ladies and there will be a certain decrease in that generations use of libraries as that generation dies.
Library bosses should be looking to the Baby Boomers to see what reading material will be requested. May I suggest consulting John, a part-time library assistant at Basildon Library in Essex to see what borrowers of the future will be after.
Recently recommended titles include Maisie Dobbs by Jacqueline Winspear and
The Athenian Murders by Jose Carlos Somoza plus anything by
Boris Akunin, Carl Hiaasen and Tess Gerritsen.
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
Stolen from my sister because it's all sooooo true!
How you know you're a child of the 90s:
1) 10p Mr Frosty Ice Pops on long summer days!
2) Gordon the Gopher!
3) You could do or tried to do the Prodigy step. 'You're no good 4me....'
4) You owned or longed for an Adidas three stripe tracksuit
5) You owned a compilation tape with TOP TUNES such as "Mr Vain","What is love" and "Rhythm is a dancer" and 'How Bizarre, How Bizarre"
6) Girls thought Blue Mascara was cool!
7) Girls actually fancied Gary Barlow more than Robbie Williams
8) The Racoons!(nuff said)
9) You owned a pair of Nike Air Max, and wore them to death
10) Mr Motivator (What ever happened to him?)
11) Running on the spot dancing!
12) You wore leggings/cycling shorts with long t-shirts
13) You owned a Bennetton, NafNaf, sweater shop jumper or waistcoat
14) Girls owned scrunchies in an array of colours and tacky headbands with their names written on in thick glitter
16) You bought Smash Hits for the song lyrics and the immense amount of stickers that you would stick everywhere!
17) You had a pen pal
18) You could only watch the Simpson's on sky
19) On a Saturday afternoon you watched Catchphrase, Gladiators,Generation Game, Noels House Partyand then Casualty
20) You taped the Pepsi Chartshow on radio one and tired in vain to pause the tape before the annoying guy talked and ruined the whole thing.
21) Cans of Coke were 25p
22) 10p Space Raiders Crisps
23) A grey Fruit of the Loom jumper was a must have
24) Sharkie & George were the crimebusters of the sea
25) Puffa jackets
26) You used the line "it's a free country" every day
27) The Sky Sports Blimp!
28) Impulse body spray for girls
29) Hooch Alcoholic Lemonade (where's it gone?!)
30) 'Don't forget your toothbrush', 'TFI' and Big Breakfast
31) You had at least one troll
32) You know the dance to Macarena and Saturday Night. You also tried to scat like Scatman John! Bi bat ba ba da bo...
33) You watched Baywatch and longed for the day that Eddie & Sharni got together!
34) You watched Byker Grove 'ha ha ha whatcha laughin at!' the themesong ending :) and saw PJ get shot in the eye with a paintball!
35) PJ and Duncan not Ant and Dec! Dodgy Pop Not Dodgy Presenting!
36) Shellsuits & bumbags!
37) You longed to live in Beverley Hills 90210
38) Home and Away was a prime time ITV programe watched by millions
39) You owned a Spice Girls album
40) Fruit salads and black jacks!
41) Strike it lucky on a sunday night with Michael Barrymore when he was straight & married
42) Chain letters
43) You had fake ID
44) You remember Todd Landers in Neighbours
45) You religiously watched Saved by the Bell on a Saturday morning!
46) You more than likely lost/nearly lost a wobbly tooth on a wham bar!!
47) CK one (probably the fake one from the market)
48) Going Live, then Live and Kicking was the place to be on a Saturday Morning - you know you remember the number 0181 811 8181
49) You knew every word to the theme tune from Fresh Prince of Bel Air
50) You collected Premier League Stickers and did swops at playtime
51) Girls wore crappy lipstick such as - coffee shimmer, heather shimmer and birthday suit!
52) You wore kickers and wallaby's with the tags hanging from them
53) You thought saying - "I know you are, you said you are but what am I" to every cuss that that came your way!
54) "Your mum!!!!"
55) girls thought black tights and white ankle socks looked kool!
You loved the 90's!!
Apart from the designer label ones (like the Air Max and Kicker's things) I do have to admit to most of those. My favourite Rimmel lipstick was indeed Heather Shimmer, I used to tape the Radio One chart show (no adverts) and not only did I wear long t-shirts with leggings - I had a particularly natty combo of purple leggings, and purple check shirt to be worn with green socks and a green t-shirt (and naturally the same combo with the colours reversed). I'm sure my mother has a picture somewhere as I know I wore the green and purple combo on a trip to the Science Museum once....
Hey, I was happy at the time! You should ask my sister about the hair scrunchies made of sweets that she used to wear....
1) 10p Mr Frosty Ice Pops on long summer days!
2) Gordon the Gopher!
3) You could do or tried to do the Prodigy step. 'You're no good 4me....'
4) You owned or longed for an Adidas three stripe tracksuit
5) You owned a compilation tape with TOP TUNES such as "Mr Vain","What is love" and "Rhythm is a dancer" and 'How Bizarre, How Bizarre"
6) Girls thought Blue Mascara was cool!
7) Girls actually fancied Gary Barlow more than Robbie Williams
8) The Racoons!(nuff said)
9) You owned a pair of Nike Air Max, and wore them to death
10) Mr Motivator (What ever happened to him?)
11) Running on the spot dancing!
12) You wore leggings/cycling shorts with long t-shirts
13) You owned a Bennetton, NafNaf, sweater shop jumper or waistcoat
14) Girls owned scrunchies in an array of colours and tacky headbands with their names written on in thick glitter
16) You bought Smash Hits for the song lyrics and the immense amount of stickers that you would stick everywhere!
17) You had a pen pal
18) You could only watch the Simpson's on sky
19) On a Saturday afternoon you watched Catchphrase, Gladiators,Generation Game, Noels House Partyand then Casualty
20) You taped the Pepsi Chartshow on radio one and tired in vain to pause the tape before the annoying guy talked and ruined the whole thing.
21) Cans of Coke were 25p
22) 10p Space Raiders Crisps
23) A grey Fruit of the Loom jumper was a must have
24) Sharkie & George were the crimebusters of the sea
25) Puffa jackets
26) You used the line "it's a free country" every day
27) The Sky Sports Blimp!
28) Impulse body spray for girls
29) Hooch Alcoholic Lemonade (where's it gone?!)
30) 'Don't forget your toothbrush', 'TFI' and Big Breakfast
31) You had at least one troll
32) You know the dance to Macarena and Saturday Night. You also tried to scat like Scatman John! Bi bat ba ba da bo...
33) You watched Baywatch and longed for the day that Eddie & Sharni got together!
34) You watched Byker Grove 'ha ha ha whatcha laughin at!' the themesong ending :) and saw PJ get shot in the eye with a paintball!
35) PJ and Duncan not Ant and Dec! Dodgy Pop Not Dodgy Presenting!
36) Shellsuits & bumbags!
37) You longed to live in Beverley Hills 90210
38) Home and Away was a prime time ITV programe watched by millions
39) You owned a Spice Girls album
40) Fruit salads and black jacks!
41) Strike it lucky on a sunday night with Michael Barrymore when he was straight & married
42) Chain letters
43) You had fake ID
44) You remember Todd Landers in Neighbours
45) You religiously watched Saved by the Bell on a Saturday morning!
46) You more than likely lost/nearly lost a wobbly tooth on a wham bar!!
47) CK one (probably the fake one from the market)
48) Going Live, then Live and Kicking was the place to be on a Saturday Morning - you know you remember the number 0181 811 8181
49) You knew every word to the theme tune from Fresh Prince of Bel Air
50) You collected Premier League Stickers and did swops at playtime
51) Girls wore crappy lipstick such as - coffee shimmer, heather shimmer and birthday suit!
52) You wore kickers and wallaby's with the tags hanging from them
53) You thought saying - "I know you are, you said you are but what am I" to every cuss that that came your way!
54) "Your mum!!!!"
55) girls thought black tights and white ankle socks looked kool!
You loved the 90's!!
Apart from the designer label ones (like the Air Max and Kicker's things) I do have to admit to most of those. My favourite Rimmel lipstick was indeed Heather Shimmer, I used to tape the Radio One chart show (no adverts) and not only did I wear long t-shirts with leggings - I had a particularly natty combo of purple leggings, and purple check shirt to be worn with green socks and a green t-shirt (and naturally the same combo with the colours reversed). I'm sure my mother has a picture somewhere as I know I wore the green and purple combo on a trip to the Science Museum once....
Hey, I was happy at the time! You should ask my sister about the hair scrunchies made of sweets that she used to wear....
Sunday, February 05, 2006
Freedom of speech...without threats.
I've been reading about the Muhammad cartoons row for a while now. It's a difficult situation really. I do think the paper should have respected the fact that depictions of Muhammad are considered disrespectful, but then setting fire to the Danish and Norwegian embassies in Syria is acceptable? Waving banners threatening murder is acceptable too?
Ok, I think the paper should have published those cartoons. Denmark is not a Muslim country and (I think) it has quite a low Muslim population compared to other European countries. I'm not so keen on the republication of the cartoons in other papers and I'm glad that they have not yet been published in the UK.
But protesters waving placards saying they will set off more bombs to show that they are upset about the cartoons showing Muhammad as a terrorist? Excuse me? Surely the best way to say "Muhammad was not a terrorist" is not to say "We will bomb you for showing this".
I am disgusted that no arrests were made at that protest, and the fact that on the Saturday two people were arrested for trying to cause a breach of the peace because they had copies of the pictures, why not arrest the people with the banners threatening more death and violence to innocent people? That to me denotes a lot more of a breach of the peace - and it certainly would have been a breach of the peace if I'd been there to get at them. (Although I'd probably have been arrested for inciting religious hatred).
As for the "inciting religious hatred" thing. Surely waving banners like that counts? They are inciting hatred against people in general - white, black, brown, Christian, Muslim, Jew, Sikh, Pagan or Atheist. The bombers in the summer did not discriminate about who they killed. The next lot of bombers probably won't either.
I believe in Freedom of Speech and I'm aware that this means freedom of ALL speech. But there's a difference between freedom of speech and publicly stating that innocent people should be murdered to prove that the founder of your religion was not a murderer.
(P.S. I understand that the Met police were in a very difficult situation during the protests and I'm not accusing them of being bad at their jobs or anything. I'm also aware of how much worse the protests would possibly have gotten if people had started being arrested. But I would like to see better planning in future.)
Ok, I think the paper should have published those cartoons. Denmark is not a Muslim country and (I think) it has quite a low Muslim population compared to other European countries. I'm not so keen on the republication of the cartoons in other papers and I'm glad that they have not yet been published in the UK.
But protesters waving placards saying they will set off more bombs to show that they are upset about the cartoons showing Muhammad as a terrorist? Excuse me? Surely the best way to say "Muhammad was not a terrorist" is not to say "We will bomb you for showing this".
I am disgusted that no arrests were made at that protest, and the fact that on the Saturday two people were arrested for trying to cause a breach of the peace because they had copies of the pictures, why not arrest the people with the banners threatening more death and violence to innocent people? That to me denotes a lot more of a breach of the peace - and it certainly would have been a breach of the peace if I'd been there to get at them. (Although I'd probably have been arrested for inciting religious hatred).
As for the "inciting religious hatred" thing. Surely waving banners like that counts? They are inciting hatred against people in general - white, black, brown, Christian, Muslim, Jew, Sikh, Pagan or Atheist. The bombers in the summer did not discriminate about who they killed. The next lot of bombers probably won't either.
I believe in Freedom of Speech and I'm aware that this means freedom of ALL speech. But there's a difference between freedom of speech and publicly stating that innocent people should be murdered to prove that the founder of your religion was not a murderer.
(P.S. I understand that the Met police were in a very difficult situation during the protests and I'm not accusing them of being bad at their jobs or anything. I'm also aware of how much worse the protests would possibly have gotten if people had started being arrested. But I would like to see better planning in future.)
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Bleh
Good job I've got a day off today as I'm completely wiped out. I have a mean cough and sore throat and I just hope that's all it stays as.
Thank goodness for internet shopping. The lovely Sainsbury's just delivered our shopping so I can eat something nutritious while I flake out on the sofa and watch Buffy. Not having a car means that shopping either has to be done in carriable portions - which is fine usually, but for days like today which entail cat litter and washing power and other heavy things, internet shopping rules.
Although I'm so knackered I've only put the fridge and freezer stuff away so that means Foley is perched on a four pack of orange juice watching me type this. Sily cat, he likes sitting on things. Even if it's just a book on the floor he'll sit on that rather than the floor so he's slightly higher up.
Bleh, need to sleep. Laters.
Thank goodness for internet shopping. The lovely Sainsbury's just delivered our shopping so I can eat something nutritious while I flake out on the sofa and watch Buffy. Not having a car means that shopping either has to be done in carriable portions - which is fine usually, but for days like today which entail cat litter and washing power and other heavy things, internet shopping rules.
Although I'm so knackered I've only put the fridge and freezer stuff away so that means Foley is perched on a four pack of orange juice watching me type this. Sily cat, he likes sitting on things. Even if it's just a book on the floor he'll sit on that rather than the floor so he's slightly higher up.
Bleh, need to sleep. Laters.
Monday, January 30, 2006
I did have some deep thoughts...
...but they've all evaporated again!
So instead I will share a nice thing and a funny thing.
Nice thing: I was reading the Essex page on the BBC and followed a link to this article. I thought to myself, there can't be two European schools in Essex... and there aren't! Well done to the Anglo European School for getting into the Good Schools Guide. They're a new addition this year and I'm very proud of my old school and the people that have got it there. It's a great tribute to Mr Reed who sadly died suddenly last year. I'm sure he'd have loved it.
Funny thing:
That's part of my horoscope for today, and today I wore jeans for about the first time in 2/3 years! Last time I can clearly remember wearing them was the day we moved up here in 2002, and after circumstances in April/May 2003 (Georges and my Grandad's deaths, and me breaking my arm) meant I comfort ate and put on two stone (get up at 8am, open bottle of beer and tube of Pringles, play on computer for 15 hours straight, repeat for 2 weeks) my jeans would no longer fit and I kept talking myself out of buying new ones. But last week I went and bought some £9 jeans from M&S and today I wore them for the first time. It was weird, my legs felt all funny and I kept looking down at them to check they were mine!
I will wear them again sometimes, but not everyday, it was so nice having people go "Wow! You've got legs!". lololol
Right, I'm hungry (after feeling sick all day), lets eat something nutritious. Where's those Pringles....
So instead I will share a nice thing and a funny thing.
Nice thing: I was reading the Essex page on the BBC and followed a link to this article. I thought to myself, there can't be two European schools in Essex... and there aren't! Well done to the Anglo European School for getting into the Good Schools Guide. They're a new addition this year and I'm very proud of my old school and the people that have got it there. It's a great tribute to Mr Reed who sadly died suddenly last year. I'm sure he'd have loved it.
Funny thing:
It's time for a fashion tweak -- a small change here or there to keep things fresh.
That's part of my horoscope for today, and today I wore jeans for about the first time in 2/3 years! Last time I can clearly remember wearing them was the day we moved up here in 2002, and after circumstances in April/May 2003 (Georges and my Grandad's deaths, and me breaking my arm) meant I comfort ate and put on two stone (get up at 8am, open bottle of beer and tube of Pringles, play on computer for 15 hours straight, repeat for 2 weeks) my jeans would no longer fit and I kept talking myself out of buying new ones. But last week I went and bought some £9 jeans from M&S and today I wore them for the first time. It was weird, my legs felt all funny and I kept looking down at them to check they were mine!
I will wear them again sometimes, but not everyday, it was so nice having people go "Wow! You've got legs!". lololol
Right, I'm hungry (after feeling sick all day), lets eat something nutritious. Where's those Pringles....
Saturday, January 28, 2006
There's a very scary man...
...in my house. He's all hairy and sitting next to me playing on the PS2. Hang on a minute...it's my husband! This is the first Saturday that we've spent together since the 10th of December. It's quite frightening knowing that I get to spend all day with him, thank goodness for computers or we'd actually have to have a conversation!
I actually get him for TWO days as the wrestling training is cancelled tomorrow due to the Wolves/Man U game. I can't remember the last time we spent the whole weekend together...think it was the summer last time.
I've been doing all sorts of things this week, but still haven't finished my cross-stitch project or read any more of Great Expectations. Think I'll have to work on those later. I've been thinking about doing some studying with The Open University. I like the idea of doing a few different courses (but I'm not going to try to do An Introduction to the Humanities again, I've started it twice!). I think the most likely courses will be Introducing Astronomy, Understanding Human Nutrition or Modelling the Climate. I do quite fancy the Discovering Science course but I think I'll start small. I also think that doing this course will possibly help in the future too! lolololol
In the last week I've had all sorts of deep thoughts about subjects including books, people, cats, trees, cars, housework, clothing, food, advertising, writing and various other things. However, these musings usually occur on the walk home and by the time I get online the coherent bits have blown away like smoke. I'll try for some deep thoughs on here one day soon, probably.
Right, where's breakfast?
I actually get him for TWO days as the wrestling training is cancelled tomorrow due to the Wolves/Man U game. I can't remember the last time we spent the whole weekend together...think it was the summer last time.
I've been doing all sorts of things this week, but still haven't finished my cross-stitch project or read any more of Great Expectations. Think I'll have to work on those later. I've been thinking about doing some studying with The Open University. I like the idea of doing a few different courses (but I'm not going to try to do An Introduction to the Humanities again, I've started it twice!). I think the most likely courses will be Introducing Astronomy, Understanding Human Nutrition or Modelling the Climate. I do quite fancy the Discovering Science course but I think I'll start small. I also think that doing this course will possibly help in the future too! lolololol
In the last week I've had all sorts of deep thoughts about subjects including books, people, cats, trees, cars, housework, clothing, food, advertising, writing and various other things. However, these musings usually occur on the walk home and by the time I get online the coherent bits have blown away like smoke. I'll try for some deep thoughs on here one day soon, probably.
Right, where's breakfast?
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Toe-day...
(I know, I know, baaaaaad pun).
Ahem, today my toe is....painful but not purple. Which is a shame really as it just hurts without looking spectacular. My boots fitted without a problem and Nurofen got me through the day at work.
Now I have painted all my toenails pink after soaking my feet for a little and it's all good.
Ahem, today my toe is....painful but not purple. Which is a shame really as it just hurts without looking spectacular. My boots fitted without a problem and Nurofen got me through the day at work.
Now I have painted all my toenails pink after soaking my feet for a little and it's all good.
Monday, January 23, 2006
Hmmm...
I think I've broken a toe.
I had a small collision this morning with the mattress on the landing (where it's been since we got our new bed in August) when one of the cats jumped on it and shifted it sideways as I was about to walk past.
The three small toes on my left foot are hurting like crazy, and while I think the little toe and middle toe are ok the second one in has gone a little purple.
I hope I can still fit my boots on tomorrow or work could be a problem as I have no other shoes!
I had a small collision this morning with the mattress on the landing (where it's been since we got our new bed in August) when one of the cats jumped on it and shifted it sideways as I was about to walk past.
The three small toes on my left foot are hurting like crazy, and while I think the little toe and middle toe are ok the second one in has gone a little purple.
I hope I can still fit my boots on tomorrow or work could be a problem as I have no other shoes!
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
Yay! Another day off!
That makes work sound awful, when in fact it's been quite fun. Hectic, but fun. But I still want more time to be at home and do home-type things. Now where did I put those winning lottery numbers....
I haven't been hugely productive today, unlike Sunday where I cleaned right through downstairs. Today I have done some washing, stripped the bed and thrown away a whole black bag full of junk that was tidily piled on the bookshelf (and really didn't look like a whole black bagful when it was on the bookshelf).
Also today I've been watching lots of Buffy. Buffy puncuates lots of odd points of my life, from watching it at odd points at uni, to watching the last episode snuggled up with Phoenix. Sky show various episodes throughout the day on Sky One and Sky Two and I tend to stick it on when I have a day off. I have series 1 and series 3 on video (very bad quality) and the dvd sets are something I've been meaning to buy for I don't know how long. I shall keep them on my wishlist with the Charmed DVD's and buy them when those numbers turn up.
Lovely, lovely Pami sent me my birthday pressie - a Cath Kidston needle-case. It may not sound exciting to you, but I LOVE it! It's all Cath Kidstony and cute and flowery and useful!
Yes, I know. I want to be a housewife in a shabby chic style house and watch Buffy and Charmed all day long. Hey, I'd have more time to update my blog, even though my sister will laugh at me.
I haven't been hugely productive today, unlike Sunday where I cleaned right through downstairs. Today I have done some washing, stripped the bed and thrown away a whole black bag full of junk that was tidily piled on the bookshelf (and really didn't look like a whole black bagful when it was on the bookshelf).
Also today I've been watching lots of Buffy. Buffy puncuates lots of odd points of my life, from watching it at odd points at uni, to watching the last episode snuggled up with Phoenix. Sky show various episodes throughout the day on Sky One and Sky Two and I tend to stick it on when I have a day off. I have series 1 and series 3 on video (very bad quality) and the dvd sets are something I've been meaning to buy for I don't know how long. I shall keep them on my wishlist with the Charmed DVD's and buy them when those numbers turn up.
Lovely, lovely Pami sent me my birthday pressie - a Cath Kidston needle-case. It may not sound exciting to you, but I LOVE it! It's all Cath Kidstony and cute and flowery and useful!
Yes, I know. I want to be a housewife in a shabby chic style house and watch Buffy and Charmed all day long. Hey, I'd have more time to update my blog, even though my sister will laugh at me.
Saturday, January 14, 2006
Tired
I'm not used to working five days in a row, I do it one week out of every four at the moment and I'm always wiped out by the end of the week. If I did it more often then I'd get used to it I guess, plus this week I've still had the last dregs of the nasties I was fighting off before Xmas that then clobbered me last week.
Dunno what I'm going to be working the next few weeks. Poor old Campbelli has managed to tear her calf muscle at the back of one of her knees and so she's at home watching Emmerdale and other bad daytime tv for the next few weeks. This means that next week I'll be working Sunday with Bod and Chris is going to be reworking the rotas to make everything fit.
Poor little Campbelli (who may well be reading this in her quest for freedom from daytime tv). We miss her. (We do, honest, work's not the same without your filthy laugh!)
In other news Leyton Orient kicked some arse last Sunday - I was listening to the match after I posted and sending texts out when goals were scored and penalties missed.
As for Celebrity Big Brother I've managed to mostly escape watching it. I watched them all go in last week and I've seen about 2 of the evening shows but that's about it. I do feel sorry for Jodie Marsh though. Ok so she's famous for dressing in not a lot, but I so prefer her to "How big can I make my breasts go" Jordan. I found out the other day that Jodie Marsh is not only from Brentwood (where Phoenix's folks live) and went to Brentwood School (posh and private, Phoenix didn't go there thankfully) but she's also only four days older than me. So the people who bullied her at school are probably the people that certain people who bullied me at school were friends with (and mentioned every five minutes - "My friends from Brentwood School...", "Oh yes, Sophie, she's at Brentwood School". So just fuck off there and join them and leave me in peace!)
Ahem... anyway. I like her. She's doing stuff she wants to do and standing up for herself and if the "nation" prefers a transvestite (he soooo is) in a gorilla fur coat then it just proves once again how different I am from the "nation" (probably made up of all the bullies from both our schools).
Ranting? Me?
I just have never had time for people who spend their time trying to prove that they're better than you. So what you come in with your boyfriend in his Gap gear, wearing a mini skirt over your perma-tan and look down on me as I sell you a copy of Sharon Osbourne. I'm the one who gets to go home and snuggle with my husband while you have to go spend money you don't have on making yourself look "beautiful" so your Gap dressed sleazebag doesn't leave you for a younger, oranger girl. Not to mention the whole "I'm a better Pagan than you are cos I handmake everything and don't own a tv" thing.
lolololololololololololol
Go enjoy your Saturday, I'm enjoying mine!
Edited: Just nipped onto Mark's Blog and saw his comments about Jodie too! I also managed to find her blog via the fabulously useful Wikipedia.
Dunno what I'm going to be working the next few weeks. Poor old Campbelli has managed to tear her calf muscle at the back of one of her knees and so she's at home watching Emmerdale and other bad daytime tv for the next few weeks. This means that next week I'll be working Sunday with Bod and Chris is going to be reworking the rotas to make everything fit.
Poor little Campbelli (who may well be reading this in her quest for freedom from daytime tv). We miss her. (We do, honest, work's not the same without your filthy laugh!)
In other news Leyton Orient kicked some arse last Sunday - I was listening to the match after I posted and sending texts out when goals were scored and penalties missed.
As for Celebrity Big Brother I've managed to mostly escape watching it. I watched them all go in last week and I've seen about 2 of the evening shows but that's about it. I do feel sorry for Jodie Marsh though. Ok so she's famous for dressing in not a lot, but I so prefer her to "How big can I make my breasts go" Jordan. I found out the other day that Jodie Marsh is not only from Brentwood (where Phoenix's folks live) and went to Brentwood School (posh and private, Phoenix didn't go there thankfully) but she's also only four days older than me. So the people who bullied her at school are probably the people that certain people who bullied me at school were friends with (and mentioned every five minutes - "My friends from Brentwood School...", "Oh yes, Sophie, she's at Brentwood School". So just fuck off there and join them and leave me in peace!)
Ahem... anyway. I like her. She's doing stuff she wants to do and standing up for herself and if the "nation" prefers a transvestite (he soooo is) in a gorilla fur coat then it just proves once again how different I am from the "nation" (probably made up of all the bullies from both our schools).
Ranting? Me?
I just have never had time for people who spend their time trying to prove that they're better than you. So what you come in with your boyfriend in his Gap gear, wearing a mini skirt over your perma-tan and look down on me as I sell you a copy of Sharon Osbourne. I'm the one who gets to go home and snuggle with my husband while you have to go spend money you don't have on making yourself look "beautiful" so your Gap dressed sleazebag doesn't leave you for a younger, oranger girl. Not to mention the whole "I'm a better Pagan than you are cos I handmake everything and don't own a tv" thing.
lolololololololololololol
Go enjoy your Saturday, I'm enjoying mine!
Edited: Just nipped onto Mark's Blog and saw his comments about Jodie too! I also managed to find her blog via the fabulously useful Wikipedia.
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Drool...
Phoenix is doing a wrestling show tonight so I suggested that I make a casserole and leave it in the oven on low so he could have some when he got in.
So, take one packet casserole mix, add tinned potatoes, tinned carrots, 1 medium red onion (chopped roughly) and some Tesco Value stewing beef (roll on payday).
Cook on gas mark 4 for 2 hours. Fill this time by writing in your blog and then being surprised when dinner is ready.
Eat with plenty of dribbling.
Turn oven down to gas mark 1 and put rest of casserole in to simmer until husband gets home at stupid o'clock in the morning in need of a nice meal.
(I would like to point out that ideally I would add some red wine and mushrooms and use fresh carrots and potatoes as well as slightly better quality beef, but it's a few days til payday so I used what we had in the cupboards!)
So, take one packet casserole mix, add tinned potatoes, tinned carrots, 1 medium red onion (chopped roughly) and some Tesco Value stewing beef (roll on payday).
Cook on gas mark 4 for 2 hours. Fill this time by writing in your blog and then being surprised when dinner is ready.
Eat with plenty of dribbling.
Turn oven down to gas mark 1 and put rest of casserole in to simmer until husband gets home at stupid o'clock in the morning in need of a nice meal.
(I would like to point out that ideally I would add some red wine and mushrooms and use fresh carrots and potatoes as well as slightly better quality beef, but it's a few days til payday so I used what we had in the cupboards!)
Monthly Goals
I've decided to add my monthly goals to the sidebar so that I won't keep chopping and changing them and so that I'm vaguely held accountable for saying yes I did them or no I didn't.
I took possession of some of the most beautiful notebooks in the world today. I'd ordered them before Xmas, some for me and some as gifts and I ordered them too late :-( But they're here now! I shall save one for a birthday instead of Xmas, and the other two I shall post as belated pressies instead.
The ones I got for myself are:
The foiled one, in the maxi unlined version,
The Morrocan Horses and the Indigo Sky Mares,
The Mirror Vine one.
They are even more beautiful in the "flesh" than seen on screen. I'm about to fill in my new diary and can't bear to use a biro in it yet so the turquoise ink fountain pen is out!
I took possession of some of the most beautiful notebooks in the world today. I'd ordered them before Xmas, some for me and some as gifts and I ordered them too late :-( But they're here now! I shall save one for a birthday instead of Xmas, and the other two I shall post as belated pressies instead.
The ones I got for myself are:
The foiled one, in the maxi unlined version,
The Morrocan Horses and the Indigo Sky Mares,
The Mirror Vine one.
They are even more beautiful in the "flesh" than seen on screen. I'm about to fill in my new diary and can't bear to use a biro in it yet so the turquoise ink fountain pen is out!
Sunday, January 08, 2006
Memories....
...from last nights work do - I have some!
I limited myself to a couple of glasses of red wine at the restaurant and I was tipsy when we left, enough so I wasn't cold when we got outside, but not so much that I couldn't walk straight. Then at Blastoff I had a couple more drinks (and seemingly spend two hours just wandering around with Matt looking for other people).
Bod announced that it was all very Carry On Bookselling, Jamie flirted with everyone and I got Harriet and Tom pissed by topping up their wineglasses without them noticing.
But it was all jolly good fun and I even got a cab home (as ordered by both Phoenix and Matt - who escorted me home although it was completely out of his way) as opposed to deciding to walk back.
Due to the power cut we had on Friday (2 hours, we played Simpsons Monopoly by candlelight while listening to the wind up radio) and the fact I was out last night I had loads of emails, including these fabulous two.
Well I did the kitchen sink thing last week! I filled two blackbags with stuff from under there, including six tins of shoepolish, 40 watt lightbulbs, 2 old dustpan-and-brushes, and all sorts of random bits. This meant that I could fit all the cleaning stuff into a washing up bowl and fit some of our new kitchen gadgets in there until I sort out the worktops so they have homes.
But today, I am relaxing! I may do 15 minutes later on, but I am under orders to relax and recharge today.
I limited myself to a couple of glasses of red wine at the restaurant and I was tipsy when we left, enough so I wasn't cold when we got outside, but not so much that I couldn't walk straight. Then at Blastoff I had a couple more drinks (and seemingly spend two hours just wandering around with Matt looking for other people).
Bod announced that it was all very Carry On Bookselling, Jamie flirted with everyone and I got Harriet and Tom pissed by topping up their wineglasses without them noticing.
But it was all jolly good fun and I even got a cab home (as ordered by both Phoenix and Matt - who escorted me home although it was completely out of his way) as opposed to deciding to walk back.
Due to the power cut we had on Friday (2 hours, we played Simpsons Monopoly by candlelight while listening to the wind up radio) and the fact I was out last night I had loads of emails, including these fabulous two.
FLYLADY: Clutter Scavenger Hunt; Under your Kitchen Sink
Our habit for January is keeping our kitchen sink clean and shiny.
When was the last time you looked under your sink? We are going to
grab a garbage can and start tossing.
Your Daily Horoscope Service
Discard those items from the past that really have no use for you anymore. Much as you like to surround yourself with objects of sentimental value, the time comes when it is necessary to look to the future, rather than dwell on the past. Time spent cleaning up and throwing out will release you from the past so that you can embrace the future...
Well I did the kitchen sink thing last week! I filled two blackbags with stuff from under there, including six tins of shoepolish, 40 watt lightbulbs, 2 old dustpan-and-brushes, and all sorts of random bits. This meant that I could fit all the cleaning stuff into a washing up bowl and fit some of our new kitchen gadgets in there until I sort out the worktops so they have homes.
But today, I am relaxing! I may do 15 minutes later on, but I am under orders to relax and recharge today.
Thursday, January 05, 2006
Lurgy
Yes folks, I finally succumbed to the creeping lurgy.
I was too busy to be ill before xmas (work), too busy to be ill over xmas (family) and too busy to be ill over New Year (work). So naturally as soon as I have a couple of days off I'm straight on the Lemsip (I really want that mug now) and Buttercup syrup and I scare the cats everytime I sneeze.
I have just been cheered up by a notification email telling me about this very funny and true post on Mark Farley's Blog. The Da Vinci Code thing - soooo true, but we don't get the same class of religious nutters up here in Wolverhampton, just the man in the cowboy hat who thinks that Tim Henman losing at Wimbledon is a CIA plot.
I have been entertaining myself this morning by planning things I want to do this year.
These include reading one book a month that I wouldn't normally read (I think it's going to be Great Expectations this month), decluttering etc. a la FLYlady, and doing more cross-stitch as I get frustrated with the number of projects I plan to do that don't get done.
Projects planned for this year:
Finish the Oranges and Lemons cross stitch. I have to do the light orange at the top of the word 'Orange', do the ivy stuff on the right and backstitch round the words.
My main 'must-do' project is this footstool that I want to do for Rene as a birthday present. All the fabric and threads arrived today from Sew and So which means I can get started as soon as I finish the Oranges and Lemons one.
The other projects I want to do are mostly shown here. I got the fabric and thread for the Desperate/Domestic Zero/Hero ones too as they should be quick to do and I can do them in breaks from the footstool. The other ones will all just have to wait until I have time to do them!
Right, I'm off to watch French Kiss and finish that stitching!
I was too busy to be ill before xmas (work), too busy to be ill over xmas (family) and too busy to be ill over New Year (work). So naturally as soon as I have a couple of days off I'm straight on the Lemsip (I really want that mug now) and Buttercup syrup and I scare the cats everytime I sneeze.
I have just been cheered up by a notification email telling me about this very funny and true post on Mark Farley's Blog. The Da Vinci Code thing - soooo true, but we don't get the same class of religious nutters up here in Wolverhampton, just the man in the cowboy hat who thinks that Tim Henman losing at Wimbledon is a CIA plot.
I have been entertaining myself this morning by planning things I want to do this year.
These include reading one book a month that I wouldn't normally read (I think it's going to be Great Expectations this month), decluttering etc. a la FLYlady, and doing more cross-stitch as I get frustrated with the number of projects I plan to do that don't get done.
Projects planned for this year:
Finish the Oranges and Lemons cross stitch. I have to do the light orange at the top of the word 'Orange', do the ivy stuff on the right and backstitch round the words.
My main 'must-do' project is this footstool that I want to do for Rene as a birthday present. All the fabric and threads arrived today from Sew and So which means I can get started as soon as I finish the Oranges and Lemons one.
The other projects I want to do are mostly shown here. I got the fabric and thread for the Desperate/Domestic Zero/Hero ones too as they should be quick to do and I can do them in breaks from the footstool. The other ones will all just have to wait until I have time to do them!
Right, I'm off to watch French Kiss and finish that stitching!
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
Clicking round...
...on the BBC News site I found this story. I used to live in that road while I was in Canterbury (think it was Summer '99 until March '00). Can't tell from the picture if those houses were near the one I was in (no. 10), in fact all I can remember about the outside of my house (they all looked the same) was the fact it had a tree growing out the chimney - only a little one though.
I feel all blargh today again, yesterday was about the same but I made myself do things until I collapsed in a teary heap cos I was fed up. Today I am going to take it easier.
Baby steps!
I feel all blargh today again, yesterday was about the same but I made myself do things until I collapsed in a teary heap cos I was fed up. Today I am going to take it easier.
Baby steps!
Sunday, January 01, 2006
Happy New Year!
Emily took this while we were opening pressies on the 25th, I'd just run out of Bucks Fizz.
Things here have been rather hectic for a while, what with all my silly shifts at work, trying to level up to 50 on WoW before going home for Xmas, going home, coming back and then more work.....
Roll on Tuesday when I have a day off!
Found a list of 100 things we didn't know this time last year on the BBC, lots of cool facts.
I bought myself French Kiss with some of my vouchers from Phoenix and intended to watch it tonight (he's at t'pub) but Love Actually turned out to be on so I'm watching that instead.
Now what's missing....
Oh yes, the all important list of presents received for Yule, Xmas and my birthday.
Well you're not getting the whole list, just my three favourite pressies (all purchased by the man I married).
1. A laptop. (Admittedly second-hand, but good enough for the stuff I needed it for).
2. £50 of vouchers - I've mostly bought books but did buy 2 films and CD too!
3. A HATSTAND!!!!!!!!!!!! I have wanted one for soooooooo long and now it's here and mine and Foley keeps climbing it!
Right, you should have enough here to keep you ticking over for a bit, I'm off to eat some chocolates, drink some very nice wine and watch my very soppy film.
Sunday, December 18, 2005
Countdown - arrived by email but thought I'd post it here.
10 Things You Might Not Know About Me
1. I have a mole on the sole of my right foot (very useful when learning right from left).
2. The small scar by my left eye is from when I had German Measles.
3. I get addicted to things really easily (like eBay, Neopets and WoW).
4. I adore white fairy lights.
5. I like cooking.
6. I hate letting go of friendships and will do almost anything to make them work.
7. I have music in my head all the time.
8. I love going for early morning walks (even though I hate getting up early).
9. I invent bits of back-story for people in adverts and on tv shows.
10. The only hot drink I like is hot chocolate made with brown sugar.
Nine Places I've Visited
1. Various places in France (favourite holiday destination).
2. Avebury, Stonehenge, Nine Ladies and Stanton Drew.
3. Bahrain (well I was born there, does it count as a visit?).
4. London.
5. Southwold.
6. Portugal.
7. Spain.
8. Germany.
9. Penang.
Eight Ways to Win My Heart
1. Bring the title and author of the obsure book you're looking for.
2. Buy me some chocolate.
3. Make me laugh.
4. Be polite.
5. Enjoy my over-explanation of things.
6. Bring me a book I haven't read.
7. Do the washing up for me.
8. Be true to yourself.
Seven Things I want to do Before I Die
1. Travel round Ireland.
2. Drink Champagne in a Champagne vineyard.
3. Collect all the Chalet School books.
4. Live in the countryside.
5. Live by the sea.
6. Have a book published.
7. Have grandchidren.
Six Things I'm Afraid of
1. Burning.
2. Big spiders.
3. Jumping into water (can't jump into pools even).
4. Wandering round strange places in the dark (I have crap night vision).
5. People I love getting hurt.
6. Doorways.
Five Things I don't Like
1. Tomatoes.
2. Cat litter underfoot.
3. Light bulbs blowing as I flick the switch.
4. Living in a town where I can't get to green spaces.
5. Getting up early for work.
Four Ways to Turn Me Off
1. Lie - to my face or behind my back.
2. Be two-faced.
3. Be rude for no reason.
4. Act like you're better than everyone else.
Three Things I Do Everyday
1. Read a book.
2. Hug my husband.
3. Spin round in circles til I'm dizzy.
Two Things that Make Me Happy
1. My husband.
2. My kitties.
One thing On My Mind Right Now
1. Making peppermint creams for work.
1. I have a mole on the sole of my right foot (very useful when learning right from left).
2. The small scar by my left eye is from when I had German Measles.
3. I get addicted to things really easily (like eBay, Neopets and WoW).
4. I adore white fairy lights.
5. I like cooking.
6. I hate letting go of friendships and will do almost anything to make them work.
7. I have music in my head all the time.
8. I love going for early morning walks (even though I hate getting up early).
9. I invent bits of back-story for people in adverts and on tv shows.
10. The only hot drink I like is hot chocolate made with brown sugar.
Nine Places I've Visited
1. Various places in France (favourite holiday destination).
2. Avebury, Stonehenge, Nine Ladies and Stanton Drew.
3. Bahrain (well I was born there, does it count as a visit?).
4. London.
5. Southwold.
6. Portugal.
7. Spain.
8. Germany.
9. Penang.
Eight Ways to Win My Heart
1. Bring the title and author of the obsure book you're looking for.
2. Buy me some chocolate.
3. Make me laugh.
4. Be polite.
5. Enjoy my over-explanation of things.
6. Bring me a book I haven't read.
7. Do the washing up for me.
8. Be true to yourself.
Seven Things I want to do Before I Die
1. Travel round Ireland.
2. Drink Champagne in a Champagne vineyard.
3. Collect all the Chalet School books.
4. Live in the countryside.
5. Live by the sea.
6. Have a book published.
7. Have grandchidren.
Six Things I'm Afraid of
1. Burning.
2. Big spiders.
3. Jumping into water (can't jump into pools even).
4. Wandering round strange places in the dark (I have crap night vision).
5. People I love getting hurt.
6. Doorways.
Five Things I don't Like
1. Tomatoes.
2. Cat litter underfoot.
3. Light bulbs blowing as I flick the switch.
4. Living in a town where I can't get to green spaces.
5. Getting up early for work.
Four Ways to Turn Me Off
1. Lie - to my face or behind my back.
2. Be two-faced.
3. Be rude for no reason.
4. Act like you're better than everyone else.
Three Things I Do Everyday
1. Read a book.
2. Hug my husband.
3. Spin round in circles til I'm dizzy.
Two Things that Make Me Happy
1. My husband.
2. My kitties.
One thing On My Mind Right Now
1. Making peppermint creams for work.
Sunday, December 11, 2005
Easy like Sunday morning
I've had a nice restful day so far today.
My To-Do list includes washing the kitchen floor (done), writing some cards (done) and watching Finding Neverland and The Magic Roundabout that I got from ScreenSelect ages ago but haven't had time to watch yet.
I've managed half of The Magic Roundabout but then the PS2 won't read the disc any more so I'm finding some freeware to attempt to watch the second half on the PC instead.
I've just finished watching Finding Neverland though and I really enjoyed it. I'd been asking Phoenix to watch it with me for ages and he's kept saying no. I'm glad I watched it by myself in the end as he really wouldn't have enjoyed it, not enough wrestling or fight scenes.
I've then been onto Wikipedia to find out some background bits about the real story and came across a lovely page telling me all abput things that have happened on my birthday.
December 27th.
It's kinda cool to know I'm the same age as Spain's Democratic leadership and that I could be the reincarnation of Houari Boumedienne.
Right, let's boot up that Magic Roundabout and get on with my cross-stitch (not very seasonal I know, but I'm planning on starting a wintery picture of St. Basil's Basilica once I've got the threads)
My To-Do list includes washing the kitchen floor (done), writing some cards (done) and watching Finding Neverland and The Magic Roundabout that I got from ScreenSelect ages ago but haven't had time to watch yet.
I've managed half of The Magic Roundabout but then the PS2 won't read the disc any more so I'm finding some freeware to attempt to watch the second half on the PC instead.
I've just finished watching Finding Neverland though and I really enjoyed it. I'd been asking Phoenix to watch it with me for ages and he's kept saying no. I'm glad I watched it by myself in the end as he really wouldn't have enjoyed it, not enough wrestling or fight scenes.
I've then been onto Wikipedia to find out some background bits about the real story and came across a lovely page telling me all abput things that have happened on my birthday.
December 27th.
It's kinda cool to know I'm the same age as Spain's Democratic leadership and that I could be the reincarnation of Houari Boumedienne.
Right, let's boot up that Magic Roundabout and get on with my cross-stitch (not very seasonal I know, but I'm planning on starting a wintery picture of St. Basil's Basilica once I've got the threads)
Friday, December 09, 2005
Very Random
I've been singing all sorts of things all day and thinking I should post the lyrics in here.
This is the one I'm singing at the moment.
Train whistle blowing makes a sleepy noise
Underneath the blankets, go all the girls and boys
Heading from the station, out along the bay
All bound for Morningtown, many miles way
Sarah’s at the engine, Tony rings the bell
Mary swings the lantern to show that all is well
Rocking, rolling, riding, out along the bay
All bound for morning town, many miles away
Maybe it is raining, where our train will ride
But all the little travelers are snug and warm inside
Somewhere there is sunshine, somewhere there is rain
Somewhere there is Morningtown, many miles away.
Don't know why it's in my head, it just is.
This is the one I'm singing at the moment.
Train whistle blowing makes a sleepy noise
Underneath the blankets, go all the girls and boys
Heading from the station, out along the bay
All bound for Morningtown, many miles way
Sarah’s at the engine, Tony rings the bell
Mary swings the lantern to show that all is well
Rocking, rolling, riding, out along the bay
All bound for morning town, many miles away
Maybe it is raining, where our train will ride
But all the little travelers are snug and warm inside
Somewhere there is sunshine, somewhere there is rain
Somewhere there is Morningtown, many miles away.
Don't know why it's in my head, it just is.
Sunday, December 04, 2005
Feeling Festive
Well I got him to get me down the tree and the lights and then he laughed at me detangling lights and getting hyper. I found myself "Miracle on 34th Street" to watch while I decorated the tree and stuck strings of fairy lights up all over the living room.
Then we watched football and the FA Cup draw (Fulham away, could be interesting) and now he's gone off into the front room to play with some secret christmas project and I've been WoWing and watching soppy movies.
It's been a pretty good weekend really, even though he was at work yesterday. It was good really as I got to play house and get it all shiny for today and then today we got to snuggle in a glittery (it fell off the baubles) cat-filled room.
Extra: Digging through boxes yesterday made me reminisce and so I gave into temptation and looked a few folks up on Friends Reunited. It's good to see folks doing well and in places I'd always hoped they'd be. Good luck with the wedding plans guys and well done on the Euro win last season.
Then we watched football and the FA Cup draw (Fulham away, could be interesting) and now he's gone off into the front room to play with some secret christmas project and I've been WoWing and watching soppy movies.
It's been a pretty good weekend really, even though he was at work yesterday. It was good really as I got to play house and get it all shiny for today and then today we got to snuggle in a glittery (it fell off the baubles) cat-filled room.
Extra: Digging through boxes yesterday made me reminisce and so I gave into temptation and looked a few folks up on Friends Reunited. It's good to see folks doing well and in places I'd always hoped they'd be. Good luck with the wedding plans guys and well done on the Euro win last season.
Saturday, December 03, 2005
Cleaning Demon
Ok, well I'm not a complete cleaning demon, but I did just *blitz* the living room (which took a whole 5 minutes thanks to FlyLady) as I decided I wanted to put the tree up.
But after nearly falling off the ladder attempting to get into the loft I went in search of fairy lights instead, thinking that we'd left some in the front room. (I'll get Phoenix to get me the tree later).
I din't find any fairy lights, but I decided to clear through one of my boxes of old stuff. I have... NO! I HAD 5 boxes of stuff and now I have 4 and a box that is practically empty.
I threw away a load of OU stuff from when I tried to start it when living with Jon, a load of notes from uni, shopping lists and all sorts of other junky bits that related to time at uni. I threw away three photos in frames (one of which was a LoveHearts frame that had gone mouldy) as the frames weren't my choices originally and I hated them, plus a couple of letters and notes from Jon. It's quite scary to realise that I hadn't been through that stuff before and yet there were so few notes and cards in there.
I didn't throw away a load of books, mostly pop science stuff but also all my James Herriot that I thought I'd lost. I also kept a toy ginger cat named Bijou (we were going to have cats called Bijou and Delilah (Jon kept Delilah), can't remember why we chose those names) as I still like the toy and a photo in a cuddly pink frame. I figure when I can look at that and not remember why I was with the guy in the first place, then I can throw it. It doesn't make me sad to look at it, I just remember the good times so for now it can stay. I also found a picture of the two of us that was taken in Covent Garden in 1997. I look so different now, and I can hardly remember being that girl. But she looks happy so I shall keep that too.
I also found shed loads of letters from people like EMF, Pami, Benji, Tim Herrick, a letter from Claudia and all sorts of letters from old pen pals and people I met on holiday. I've kept those, some because I loved rereading them and others because they'll be useful for explaining myself to my kids in the future.
So a productive afternoon. I have an almost empty storage box (which will be combined with the next box I do so I have one empty and one with some bits in), a lovely neat living room, a real life cat meowing at me to move the keyboard so she can sit on my lap and I found all my James Herriot books.
Now I'm off to kick some Scourge butt in WoW until Phoenix gets home to get me my fairy lights.
But after nearly falling off the ladder attempting to get into the loft I went in search of fairy lights instead, thinking that we'd left some in the front room. (I'll get Phoenix to get me the tree later).
I din't find any fairy lights, but I decided to clear through one of my boxes of old stuff. I have... NO! I HAD 5 boxes of stuff and now I have 4 and a box that is practically empty.
I threw away a load of OU stuff from when I tried to start it when living with Jon, a load of notes from uni, shopping lists and all sorts of other junky bits that related to time at uni. I threw away three photos in frames (one of which was a LoveHearts frame that had gone mouldy) as the frames weren't my choices originally and I hated them, plus a couple of letters and notes from Jon. It's quite scary to realise that I hadn't been through that stuff before and yet there were so few notes and cards in there.
I didn't throw away a load of books, mostly pop science stuff but also all my James Herriot that I thought I'd lost. I also kept a toy ginger cat named Bijou (we were going to have cats called Bijou and Delilah (Jon kept Delilah), can't remember why we chose those names) as I still like the toy and a photo in a cuddly pink frame. I figure when I can look at that and not remember why I was with the guy in the first place, then I can throw it. It doesn't make me sad to look at it, I just remember the good times so for now it can stay. I also found a picture of the two of us that was taken in Covent Garden in 1997. I look so different now, and I can hardly remember being that girl. But she looks happy so I shall keep that too.
I also found shed loads of letters from people like EMF, Pami, Benji, Tim Herrick, a letter from Claudia and all sorts of letters from old pen pals and people I met on holiday. I've kept those, some because I loved rereading them and others because they'll be useful for explaining myself to my kids in the future.
So a productive afternoon. I have an almost empty storage box (which will be combined with the next box I do so I have one empty and one with some bits in), a lovely neat living room, a real life cat meowing at me to move the keyboard so she can sit on my lap and I found all my James Herriot books.
Now I'm off to kick some Scourge butt in WoW until Phoenix gets home to get me my fairy lights.
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Love letters, hate junk mail.
The post in the last few days has been worse than normal. Usually we have a couple of bits of post a day, usually both junk. But we've had nothing for the past few days and then *thump* it all arrived at once.
What did we get?
- An application form for Purple Loans (homeowners only).
- Credit card application (41.9% typical APR) (I feel horrible that there are people out there who actually have to take this as an option).
- Another credit card application (this one only has 21.9% APR).
- A SKY statement (must phone and pay that in a sec).
- An advert letter for botaxyouth serum (with lots of pictures inside using very clever lighting).
- An advert letter for Slimtox (including pictures of the many celebrities that have successfully used detox as a method of losing weight, but neglecting to mention that none of them have actually used this product).
So from my post/mail you can see that the whole point of life is to be thin, wrinkle free and to pay for those things by taking out loans and using credit cards. Oh, and that I have to pay SKY.
Funny how something that you would think would give you an insight into someone is possibly as far from the truth as possible.
I don't have wrinkles yet, due to the fact that I have oily skin so I still get spots for heavens sake! Detox? Ok, but pass that bar of Dairy Milk first (it's 2 400g bars for £3 in Woolies at the moment). Money wise we're doing ok, not rich, but not awake at night worrying about which bills to pay first. Oh, but I do have to pay SKY (as soon as I'm not on hold for 20 minutes....)
So contrary to my post (mail post as opposed to Blog post), life is good.
Now I'm off to kick some Undead butt in WoW until the towels are done in the washing machine.
Edit: My emails are usually worse than my post but today I didn't have a single Viagra or Porn email in my Junk Mail. Instead I had one from Bob Geldolf about emailing Peter Mandelson. Definately an email worth receiving.
What did we get?
- An application form for Purple Loans (homeowners only).
- Credit card application (41.9% typical APR) (I feel horrible that there are people out there who actually have to take this as an option).
- Another credit card application (this one only has 21.9% APR).
- A SKY statement (must phone and pay that in a sec).
- An advert letter for botaxyouth serum (with lots of pictures inside using very clever lighting).
- An advert letter for Slimtox (including pictures of the many celebrities that have successfully used detox as a method of losing weight, but neglecting to mention that none of them have actually used this product).
So from my post/mail you can see that the whole point of life is to be thin, wrinkle free and to pay for those things by taking out loans and using credit cards. Oh, and that I have to pay SKY.
Funny how something that you would think would give you an insight into someone is possibly as far from the truth as possible.
I don't have wrinkles yet, due to the fact that I have oily skin so I still get spots for heavens sake! Detox? Ok, but pass that bar of Dairy Milk first (it's 2 400g bars for £3 in Woolies at the moment). Money wise we're doing ok, not rich, but not awake at night worrying about which bills to pay first. Oh, but I do have to pay SKY (as soon as I'm not on hold for 20 minutes....)
So contrary to my post (mail post as opposed to Blog post), life is good.
Now I'm off to kick some Undead butt in WoW until the towels are done in the washing machine.
Edit: My emails are usually worse than my post but today I didn't have a single Viagra or Porn email in my Junk Mail. Instead I had one from Bob Geldolf about emailing Peter Mandelson. Definately an email worth receiving.
Sunday, November 20, 2005
Friday, November 18, 2005
Ceefax @ 19.00
I always flip through the news on Ceefax when I get up in the morning and when I get home from work
I go straight to page 104 and then progress through to 124. These are the first 10 stories I read tonight, in the order they appeared on screen.
104 - England considers World Cup bid.
105 - Blair defends education reforms.
106 - Iraq suicide attacks kill dozens.
107 - Supply fears amid gas price surge.
108 - Prince to sue over China diaries.
109 - UN rejects Guantanamo visit offer.
110 - Met boss may face Menezes inquiry.
111 - Bird flu vaccine "fast-tracked".
112 - Keane in shock exit from Man Utd.
113 - Policewoman shot dead in robbery.
Woah! Back up there! A policewoman being murdered ranks below Roy Keane quitting Man United?
My outrage was slightly cooled by the fact that it is now the lead story on the BBC News website, but even so!
Ok, I have vented my rage, I'm now off to eat chocolate, watch Children In Need and light a candle for a woman who was doing her job, and for her colleague in hospital.
I go straight to page 104 and then progress through to 124. These are the first 10 stories I read tonight, in the order they appeared on screen.
104 - England considers World Cup bid.
105 - Blair defends education reforms.
106 - Iraq suicide attacks kill dozens.
107 - Supply fears amid gas price surge.
108 - Prince to sue over China diaries.
109 - UN rejects Guantanamo visit offer.
110 - Met boss may face Menezes inquiry.
111 - Bird flu vaccine "fast-tracked".
112 - Keane in shock exit from Man Utd.
113 - Policewoman shot dead in robbery.
Woah! Back up there! A policewoman being murdered ranks below Roy Keane quitting Man United?
My outrage was slightly cooled by the fact that it is now the lead story on the BBC News website, but even so!
Ok, I have vented my rage, I'm now off to eat chocolate, watch Children In Need and light a candle for a woman who was doing her job, and for her colleague in hospital.
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
Forgot to mention...
...that this guy came back into work last week!
RichieDaws says that he's been in a few times, but I haven't been about. This time I was (obviously)...
So there's a big queue and ths guy just joins it. I tried to make Chris aware of who he was, but with a big queue it wasn't possible to go "Hey Chris, you remember hearing about the guy who came in and got pornographic? Well that's him." So instead I served my way through the queue til he arrived in front of me.
Once again he wanted to see "spell books" so once again we went down to the back of the shop. Once again he started telling kme about how he gets possessed sexually, and I told him that anything that would help would be on the shelf and I had to get back to the counter but would come back when I could.
So I went back and served, and served and served (we get v.busy at lunchtimes) and attempted to tell Chris who he was. Then he came back and lurked near the counter so I phoned RichieDaws. I pretended he was a customer since the sleazy guy was by the counter, Rich got a little confused by this "Hello Kate, I'm not a customer!" but eventually he got the point.
I made another phone call (a real customer this time) and Mr Sleaze went off down the back again because Bod appeared (and got very grrry at him, but went to watch him on camera when I said Rich was on his way).
Rich appeared and I described the guy, then as I saw him coming back to the counter I hid in the back room while Rich politely explained that I wasn't going to help him and that he should leave. Mr Sleaze protested so Rich pointed out to him that he knew what Sleazy man had been saying and would call the police. Mr Sleaze left and I went upstairs and ate more chocolate (I was on a 3 x 30 min break pattern that day).
I dislike the fact he came back, but I love the way that he left! (if only ALL sleazy men were so easy to get rid of)
RichieDaws says that he's been in a few times, but I haven't been about. This time I was (obviously)...
So there's a big queue and ths guy just joins it. I tried to make Chris aware of who he was, but with a big queue it wasn't possible to go "Hey Chris, you remember hearing about the guy who came in and got pornographic? Well that's him." So instead I served my way through the queue til he arrived in front of me.
Once again he wanted to see "spell books" so once again we went down to the back of the shop. Once again he started telling kme about how he gets possessed sexually, and I told him that anything that would help would be on the shelf and I had to get back to the counter but would come back when I could.
So I went back and served, and served and served (we get v.busy at lunchtimes) and attempted to tell Chris who he was. Then he came back and lurked near the counter so I phoned RichieDaws. I pretended he was a customer since the sleazy guy was by the counter, Rich got a little confused by this "Hello Kate, I'm not a customer!" but eventually he got the point.
I made another phone call (a real customer this time) and Mr Sleaze went off down the back again because Bod appeared (and got very grrry at him, but went to watch him on camera when I said Rich was on his way).
Rich appeared and I described the guy, then as I saw him coming back to the counter I hid in the back room while Rich politely explained that I wasn't going to help him and that he should leave. Mr Sleaze protested so Rich pointed out to him that he knew what Sleazy man had been saying and would call the police. Mr Sleaze left and I went upstairs and ate more chocolate (I was on a 3 x 30 min break pattern that day).
I dislike the fact he came back, but I love the way that he left! (if only ALL sleazy men were so easy to get rid of)
Some may call you bookish, and mean it in a bad
way.....but we know better! Delighting in
books, and very likely with more tomes than
clothes, you amaze others with your knowledge
of the obscure and the common.
Books alone cannot a life make, but you know this
as well....you love having chats with others
who love words and ideas as much as yourself!
Can I play in your library? Please??
You are The Favourite Poet by Alma~Tadema.
Which Pre~Raphaelite Painting Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla
| Your Birthdate: December 27 |
 You are a spiritual soul - a person who tries to find meaning in everything. You spend a good amount of time meditating, trying to figure out life. Helping others is also important to you. You enjoy social activities with that goal. You are very generous and giving. Yet you expect very little in return. Your strength: Getting along with anyone and everyone Your weakness: Needing a good amount of downtime to recharge Your power color: Cobalt blue Your power symbol: Dove Your power month: September |
-----------------------------------
I also looked at a few of these for people I know and was amazed how right they were!
Sunday, November 06, 2005
Got shouted at...
...by my sister for not posting on here. I would like to point out that she's not posting much either!
I haven't been doing much to post about, at least not anything that is interesting to anyone other than Phoenix or me.
I've been:
a) working,
b) sleeping,
c) doing housework (well trying to)
d) playing WoW.
and that's about it.
Last week was a busy one. Phoenix had his first wrestling show on Tuesday, Monday, Wednesday and Friday we had visitors and Thursday was the moot (which I didn't go to as I was very very very sleepy from Tuesday still).
I scared a few people at work by going into a seemingly sugar induced craze for a couple of days, but in fact it was just the usual new year realignment.
I say the usual - I spend the first few days after Samhain feeling gradually more and more disoriented and then things move back into place again. I attempted to describe it to Campbell and she gave me a funny look.
Ok, draw a vertical line (on paper, visualise it whatever) to represent the universe. Then draw another one running parallel to it and about 5mm away. Then draw three more lines each 5mm away from the last. At the most extreme point I felt as though I was on the line furthest from the universe and moving along that line sideways. But thanks to lots of Cherry Coke, Dairy Milk and some intervention from Deep Secret - I'm now back in line with the universe again.
This led to a few nice moments of epiphany and realisation, so I'm now inclined to start giggling for no apparent reason and be walking round with a huge grin for the next few weeks.
Other than that, I'm planning for Yule. Trying to get the house sorted and presents organised. We still don't know if we'll be going down South for a few days (depends on the cats) but I hope we get to. One of the other things that's been getting to me is the accent up here - I'm homesick for people saying "daann" rather that "dow-an" (down). Really have to sort things so I can move back home. It's nice up here and all but half the time I can't understand what people are saying and then they look at me like I'm crazy.
Right, I should have wittered enough to keep Emily happy. See you in a bit!
I haven't been doing much to post about, at least not anything that is interesting to anyone other than Phoenix or me.
I've been:
a) working,
b) sleeping,
c) doing housework (well trying to)
d) playing WoW.
and that's about it.
Last week was a busy one. Phoenix had his first wrestling show on Tuesday, Monday, Wednesday and Friday we had visitors and Thursday was the moot (which I didn't go to as I was very very very sleepy from Tuesday still).
I scared a few people at work by going into a seemingly sugar induced craze for a couple of days, but in fact it was just the usual new year realignment.
I say the usual - I spend the first few days after Samhain feeling gradually more and more disoriented and then things move back into place again. I attempted to describe it to Campbell and she gave me a funny look.
Ok, draw a vertical line (on paper, visualise it whatever) to represent the universe. Then draw another one running parallel to it and about 5mm away. Then draw three more lines each 5mm away from the last. At the most extreme point I felt as though I was on the line furthest from the universe and moving along that line sideways. But thanks to lots of Cherry Coke, Dairy Milk and some intervention from Deep Secret - I'm now back in line with the universe again.
This led to a few nice moments of epiphany and realisation, so I'm now inclined to start giggling for no apparent reason and be walking round with a huge grin for the next few weeks.
Other than that, I'm planning for Yule. Trying to get the house sorted and presents organised. We still don't know if we'll be going down South for a few days (depends on the cats) but I hope we get to. One of the other things that's been getting to me is the accent up here - I'm homesick for people saying "daann" rather that "dow-an" (down). Really have to sort things so I can move back home. It's nice up here and all but half the time I can't understand what people are saying and then they look at me like I'm crazy.
Right, I should have wittered enough to keep Emily happy. See you in a bit!
Thursday, October 13, 2005
John Peel Day
It's John Peel day today. It marks a year since his last broadcast before his death.
I used to listen to him back during my teenage radio phase. I'd start the day with Chris Evans (and later Zoe Ball) on the Breakfast show (which we also got to listen to on the school bus sometimes), then when I got back after school I'd stick the radio back on and listen right through until I went to sleep. Even then I'd still be listening as I'd fall asleep with the radio on until some random bit of music (usually played by Andy Kershaw) would wake me up and I'd turn it off.
I can't say that my musical tastes wrere decided by listening to John Peel, my parents are responsible for my love of 60's/70's music and my Neil Young tolerance, but I certainly heard bands I wouldn't have heard otherwise.
So here's to John Peel. A man who gave us music and laughter. A man who I used to hear talking about his home studio and I could almost see him there. Thanks for everything John.
I used to listen to him back during my teenage radio phase. I'd start the day with Chris Evans (and later Zoe Ball) on the Breakfast show (which we also got to listen to on the school bus sometimes), then when I got back after school I'd stick the radio back on and listen right through until I went to sleep. Even then I'd still be listening as I'd fall asleep with the radio on until some random bit of music (usually played by Andy Kershaw) would wake me up and I'd turn it off.
I can't say that my musical tastes wrere decided by listening to John Peel, my parents are responsible for my love of 60's/70's music and my Neil Young tolerance, but I certainly heard bands I wouldn't have heard otherwise.
So here's to John Peel. A man who gave us music and laughter. A man who I used to hear talking about his home studio and I could almost see him there. Thanks for everything John.
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
Pinched from Emily
Go to Google and type in (your name) needs. Then pick 5.
1. (Cocaine) Kate needs to be genuine.
2. Kate needs to trust Angel.
3. Kate needs better keyboard usability.
4. Kate needs to explore her innermost nature.
5. Kate needs to meet the mayor of Israeli Arab town Umm al-Fahm.
Most of the Kate results I found were about Kate Moss and repeats of the first one, the innermost nature one was about Kate Winslet though. Not sure who the Kate is that needs to meet the mayor - wasn't intrigued enough to click it.
I also found KateSpot. Another domain name I can't have ;-)
1. (Cocaine) Kate needs to be genuine.
2. Kate needs to trust Angel.
3. Kate needs better keyboard usability.
4. Kate needs to explore her innermost nature.
5. Kate needs to meet the mayor of Israeli Arab town Umm al-Fahm.
Most of the Kate results I found were about Kate Moss and repeats of the first one, the innermost nature one was about Kate Winslet though. Not sure who the Kate is that needs to meet the mayor - wasn't intrigued enough to click it.
I also found KateSpot. Another domain name I can't have ;-)
Pinched from a LJ friend (who got Carrot)
 | You scored as Esmerelda (Granny) Weatherwax. You are Granny Weatherwax! The most powerful witch on the Disc! You often use headology rather than actual spells, and are a very good witch, despite the fact that you sometimes wish you were a bad one. You play a mean game of Cripple Mr. Onion, and have a very powerful stare. By the way, you should really get that broom fixed...
Which Discworld Character are you like (with pics) created with QuizFarm.com |
Saturday, October 08, 2005
Finally not buying into it!
Phoenix refers to me as the "ad-man's dream".
I buy into adverts. I see things and think I need them. I watch shows and cry over the characters. I create back stories for people in adverts and characters in my favourite shows.
But this time I beat him!
If I bought into all of it, I would use some fancy brand name washing powder rather than Sainsbury's own-brand.
Then I would have been able to wash the bloodstains out of a new white towel (shaving legs fast with cheap razors, not good) with Daz or Bold or Fairy. Instead I used the own brand stuff with a little Ecover stain remover, and the towel is gleaming!
Of course if I bought into all of it I would have a Venus Divine razor rather than the 30 for £1 from the £ shop. (I do have a Venus razor, in an attempt to be kinder to the environment (as in throwing away blades rather than a whole razor each time), but the others are cheaper).
But then again I did (partly) cut my legs up due to drinking the limited edition pink fizzy lovely wine from Marks and Spencers....as seen on TV.
Ok, I'm off to watch Extreme Makeover: Home Edition (still not my friend Beth though) and drink more pink fizzy (saving some for during the GP tomorrow - at 6am...)
I buy into adverts. I see things and think I need them. I watch shows and cry over the characters. I create back stories for people in adverts and characters in my favourite shows.
But this time I beat him!
If I bought into all of it, I would use some fancy brand name washing powder rather than Sainsbury's own-brand.
Then I would have been able to wash the bloodstains out of a new white towel (shaving legs fast with cheap razors, not good) with Daz or Bold or Fairy. Instead I used the own brand stuff with a little Ecover stain remover, and the towel is gleaming!
Of course if I bought into all of it I would have a Venus Divine razor rather than the 30 for £1 from the £ shop. (I do have a Venus razor, in an attempt to be kinder to the environment (as in throwing away blades rather than a whole razor each time), but the others are cheaper).
But then again I did (partly) cut my legs up due to drinking the limited edition pink fizzy lovely wine from Marks and Spencers....as seen on TV.
Ok, I'm off to watch Extreme Makeover: Home Edition (still not my friend Beth though) and drink more pink fizzy (saving some for during the GP tomorrow - at 6am...)
Friends O' Mine - Bowling for Soup
Well it was ugly but we made it this far,
Some have gone but I forget who they are,
Now the hangovers are worse but we get through 'em fine.
Sleeping late but we're not lazy,
Getting older but we're still crazy,
I?m so glad that I have these friends o' mine.
It started out at a coffee shop in a most unlikely town,
And there were casualties but we made it out anyhow.
We stuck together through the good and bad times,
Pulp Fiction, Blazing Saddles, and Fast Times,
I'm so glad that I have these friends o' mine.
And jobs, girls and obstacles did all but break us down,
Night clubs and broken bands in every major town.
And I've got your back, you've got mine,
Like Johnny Cash said "I walk the line",
And you can always count on me for one last beer!
We saw the world and the world seemed smaller,
We're getting wider but not getting no taller,
I know we've grown up just a little at a time.
We're sleeping late but we're not lazy,
We're getting older but we're still crazy,
I'm so glad that I have these friends o' mine.
So glad that I have these friends o' mine.
So glad that I have these friends o' mine.
------------------------------------------
You guys know who you are. Whether I've known you since before you were born as our mothers used to flat-share, met you in C-Block during the first year at Anglo, met you via an online group or I'm lucky enough to have you as a sister (by marriage or blood) - thanks for all the good times guys.
Some have gone but I forget who they are,
Now the hangovers are worse but we get through 'em fine.
Sleeping late but we're not lazy,
Getting older but we're still crazy,
I?m so glad that I have these friends o' mine.
It started out at a coffee shop in a most unlikely town,
And there were casualties but we made it out anyhow.
We stuck together through the good and bad times,
Pulp Fiction, Blazing Saddles, and Fast Times,
I'm so glad that I have these friends o' mine.
And jobs, girls and obstacles did all but break us down,
Night clubs and broken bands in every major town.
And I've got your back, you've got mine,
Like Johnny Cash said "I walk the line",
And you can always count on me for one last beer!
We saw the world and the world seemed smaller,
We're getting wider but not getting no taller,
I know we've grown up just a little at a time.
We're sleeping late but we're not lazy,
We're getting older but we're still crazy,
I'm so glad that I have these friends o' mine.
So glad that I have these friends o' mine.
So glad that I have these friends o' mine.
------------------------------------------
You guys know who you are. Whether I've known you since before you were born as our mothers used to flat-share, met you in C-Block during the first year at Anglo, met you via an online group or I'm lucky enough to have you as a sister (by marriage or blood) - thanks for all the good times guys.
Sunday, September 25, 2005
Hmmm dusty...
I know, I know. But I'm hardly ever online long enough to remember to come on and update.
We still haven't got broadband back yet and I just end up checking my emails and then logging off as the connection just seems so slow. I have found that AOL do a Daily SuDoku puzzle which is quite nice, but I want my BT Yahoo back!
Found this about Warcraft on the BBC and it made me both glad that I'm not on there to catch it and sad that I'm not on there to see if it has affected the server I play on.
We have just signed up to ScreenSelect who are one of those DVD rental postal sites. We've "Bill Bailey: Part Troll" and "Stage Beauty" so far. Watched BB last night and I'll watch SB today. It means we can watch all sorts of new stuff and lots of good old stuff for not a lot of dosh and means that we can road test new films before deciding if we like them enough to buy them.
That's pretty much all we've been up to. I've been doing lots of cross-stitch and picking out little projects to attempt for christmas, and I'm still just about FLYing - I'm procrastinating about the Control Journal (I bought her version, but 3-ring binders are not standard in the UK and I have no hole punch, and can't decide whether to try to buy a USA style folder.....etc etc)
So the plans for today are, do some washing up, change the bed, snuggle with the kittens, watch Stage Beauty, and watch the GP later. There's probably a few other things to do as well, I could do with doing more washing, but have nowhere to dry it so probably won't. I shall make a list of household things we need to buy instead (like airers).
Emily moves into uni today so I am feeling rather old. I shall put on the Bluetones and Bowling for Soup and dance like there's no one watching (which there isn't, apart from the cats).
We still haven't got broadband back yet and I just end up checking my emails and then logging off as the connection just seems so slow. I have found that AOL do a Daily SuDoku puzzle which is quite nice, but I want my BT Yahoo back!
Found this about Warcraft on the BBC and it made me both glad that I'm not on there to catch it and sad that I'm not on there to see if it has affected the server I play on.
We have just signed up to ScreenSelect who are one of those DVD rental postal sites. We've "Bill Bailey: Part Troll" and "Stage Beauty" so far. Watched BB last night and I'll watch SB today. It means we can watch all sorts of new stuff and lots of good old stuff for not a lot of dosh and means that we can road test new films before deciding if we like them enough to buy them.
That's pretty much all we've been up to. I've been doing lots of cross-stitch and picking out little projects to attempt for christmas, and I'm still just about FLYing - I'm procrastinating about the Control Journal (I bought her version, but 3-ring binders are not standard in the UK and I have no hole punch, and can't decide whether to try to buy a USA style folder.....etc etc)
So the plans for today are, do some washing up, change the bed, snuggle with the kittens, watch Stage Beauty, and watch the GP later. There's probably a few other things to do as well, I could do with doing more washing, but have nowhere to dry it so probably won't. I shall make a list of household things we need to buy instead (like airers).
Emily moves into uni today so I am feeling rather old. I shall put on the Bluetones and Bowling for Soup and dance like there's no one watching (which there isn't, apart from the cats).
Sunday, September 18, 2005
Sunday, Sunday
(sung like Monday, Monday but with different words....)
I am so chilled right now. We had a nice long snuggle in bed this morning before he had to head off to the wrestling and then I got up and did some cleaning.
Now my living room is all tidy, the washings hanging upstairs and the cats are curled up on the (hoovered) sofa.
But I am cold, it's getting to be the time of year again where he's too hot and I'm freezy icy woman. So I have made a decision and put the heating on. Not so high that I could wander about nekkid, but high enough so I don't need to be wearing gloves to type this. In a few weeks it'll settle down and this temp will be ok but for the moment I am cold. Besides, having the heating on will make the washing dry faster - it's all very well for FLYlady to talk about laundry rooms and dryers but all I have is the washing machine in my kitchen!
Ok, I'm off to try and play some games (despite the computer being so slow now broadband is off for a bit) and to snuggle with my kitties.
I am so chilled right now. We had a nice long snuggle in bed this morning before he had to head off to the wrestling and then I got up and did some cleaning.
Now my living room is all tidy, the washings hanging upstairs and the cats are curled up on the (hoovered) sofa.
But I am cold, it's getting to be the time of year again where he's too hot and I'm freezy icy woman. So I have made a decision and put the heating on. Not so high that I could wander about nekkid, but high enough so I don't need to be wearing gloves to type this. In a few weeks it'll settle down and this temp will be ok but for the moment I am cold. Besides, having the heating on will make the washing dry faster - it's all very well for FLYlady to talk about laundry rooms and dryers but all I have is the washing machine in my kitchen!
Ok, I'm off to try and play some games (despite the computer being so slow now broadband is off for a bit) and to snuggle with my kitties.
Thursday, September 15, 2005
*sigh* cats...
Foley's latest act of chewing has meant that we have no broadband access for the moment as he bit through the modem power cable (computer was off).
So online time will be limited for a while. I'll attempt to go round reading blogs every few days, but can't manage every day as usual. Hopefully we can get a new power cable soon and then things will be back to normal.
In the meantime I am watching lots of documentaries and films and doing lots of cross-stitch.
Love you!
So online time will be limited for a while. I'll attempt to go round reading blogs every few days, but can't manage every day as usual. Hopefully we can get a new power cable soon and then things will be back to normal.
In the meantime I am watching lots of documentaries and films and doing lots of cross-stitch.
Love you!
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Bad Day - Daniel Powter
I'd like to point out first that I love this song and that it cheers me up and makes me sing out loud, despite the title of it!
Where is the moment we needed the most
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost
They tell me your blue skies fade to grey
They tell me your passion's gone away
And I don't need no carryin' on
You stand in the line just to hit a new low
You're faking a smile with the coffee to go
You tell me your life's been way off line
You're falling to pieces everytime
And I don't need no carryin' on
Cause you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day
You had a bad day
Well you need a blue sky holiday
The point is they laugh at what you say
And I don't need no carryin' on
You had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day
(Oh.. Holiday..)
Sometimes the system goes on the blink
And the whole thing turns out wrong
You might not make it back and you know
That you could be well oh that strong
And I'm not wrong
So where is the passion when you need it the most
Oh you and I
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost
Cause you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
You've seen what you like
And how does it feel for one more time
You had a bad day
You had a bad day
Had a bad day
Had a bad day
Had a bad day
Had a bad day
Had a bad day
Where is the moment we needed the most
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost
They tell me your blue skies fade to grey
They tell me your passion's gone away
And I don't need no carryin' on
You stand in the line just to hit a new low
You're faking a smile with the coffee to go
You tell me your life's been way off line
You're falling to pieces everytime
And I don't need no carryin' on
Cause you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day
You had a bad day
Well you need a blue sky holiday
The point is they laugh at what you say
And I don't need no carryin' on
You had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day
(Oh.. Holiday..)
Sometimes the system goes on the blink
And the whole thing turns out wrong
You might not make it back and you know
That you could be well oh that strong
And I'm not wrong
So where is the passion when you need it the most
Oh you and I
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost
Cause you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
You've seen what you like
And how does it feel for one more time
You had a bad day
You had a bad day
Had a bad day
Had a bad day
Had a bad day
Had a bad day
Had a bad day
Friday, September 09, 2005
Today's Horoscope
Your logical mind might try to make rational sense of the strange metaphysical ideas, KATE, that are popping in and out of your head today. Some of them might be conclusions drawn from books you've been reading, but others might actually be messages from the other side. Write down whatever insights come your way. They might not seem logical, but they'll make a difference to your life. In the evening: Discuss these ideas with a love partner.
Well I will when he gets home from work...at about 10.30!
Wednesday, August 31, 2005
Nicest breakfast in the world?
Now bear in mind two things. 1) I'm only 26, and 2) I'm not a big fan of breakfast. Eating early in the morning makes me queasy, I can manage something when I'm done rushing about and walking to work, but before that I just feel sick.
Yesterday I decided to try eating breakfast again, but with no cereal or milk, it didn't happen. So when I went to buy lunch I thought I'd get some cereal and try again.
Now I have found the nicest cereal in the world (if you're not allergic to any of the ingredients anyway). I bought it in Marks & Spencers, mainly because I had no actual cash and so was spending a voucher on food. I think it was £1.99 for the box, not cheap but then again it's the only cereal I've ever had where the serving size is right. I've always gone way over the serving size after trying it, but today it was perfect.
Anyway, let's give you the details.
The closest comparison I can make is chocolate HobNobs smashed up - except nicer.
Plus, it's not as high in calories as it sounds.
When I brought it home last night Phoenix looked at it and laughed.
"Why are you laughing?"
"You know when Campbell does her whole "If you were me, and I was a book, which shelf would I be on" when she's looking for returns?"
"Yup"
"Well if you were a breakfast cereal and I was looking for you..."
"Yup"
"You'd be that one"
(I think it was a compliment)
Yesterday I decided to try eating breakfast again, but with no cereal or milk, it didn't happen. So when I went to buy lunch I thought I'd get some cereal and try again.
Now I have found the nicest cereal in the world (if you're not allergic to any of the ingredients anyway). I bought it in Marks & Spencers, mainly because I had no actual cash and so was spending a voucher on food. I think it was £1.99 for the box, not cheap but then again it's the only cereal I've ever had where the serving size is right. I've always gone way over the serving size after trying it, but today it was perfect.
Anyway, let's give you the details.
Triple Chocolate Crunch
For chocolate enthusiasts everywhere, a myriad of chocolate sensations in one cereal bowl! Deliciously moreish crunchy oat cocoa clusters are a unique receipe to us. We have added melt-in-the-mouth white & dark chocolate curls with over 40% cocoa and fudge-like truffles to ensure you experience chocolate heaven in every mouthful.
The closest comparison I can make is chocolate HobNobs smashed up - except nicer.
Plus, it's not as high in calories as it sounds.
When I brought it home last night Phoenix looked at it and laughed.
"Why are you laughing?"
"You know when Campbell does her whole "If you were me, and I was a book, which shelf would I be on" when she's looking for returns?"
"Yup"
"Well if you were a breakfast cereal and I was looking for you..."
"Yup"
"You'd be that one"
(I think it was a compliment)
Teatowels and cricket
I actually watched some cricket at the weekend. I blame Rob, because he put it on and got me vaguely interested. So with a break in the middle to watch the Moto GP (running out of petrol!!!) I watched cricket. And I quite enjoyed it too.
I've never been a cricket fan, and I wouldn't call myself one now, I'm just someone who will occasionally watch The Ashes matches. I'm unlikely to ever turn into a cricket fan though. I do partly blame this on Jon (my boyfriend while at uni) who used to watch it on Ceefax....yup, on Ceefax. Watching the page update ever now and then to say 1 or 2 more runs than before. Paint drying or Ceefax cricket....you decide!
Anyhoo, this post was brought about by the fact that I attempted to explain what I knew of cricket to Phoenix (who is DEFINATELY not a cricket person) by remembering a teatowel that my parents had (and probably still have in a drawer somewhere). Along with the fabulous "Dick Turpin" teatowel (a replica of the poster announcing his hanging) they had one that explained cricket in a kind of w.t.f. way. But I couldn't remember it all and got very confused.
The good old BBC however, have kindly included it in an article about blogging about cricket. So here, for your confusion, are the rules of cricket.
I've never been a cricket fan, and I wouldn't call myself one now, I'm just someone who will occasionally watch The Ashes matches. I'm unlikely to ever turn into a cricket fan though. I do partly blame this on Jon (my boyfriend while at uni) who used to watch it on Ceefax....yup, on Ceefax. Watching the page update ever now and then to say 1 or 2 more runs than before. Paint drying or Ceefax cricket....you decide!
Anyhoo, this post was brought about by the fact that I attempted to explain what I knew of cricket to Phoenix (who is DEFINATELY not a cricket person) by remembering a teatowel that my parents had (and probably still have in a drawer somewhere). Along with the fabulous "Dick Turpin" teatowel (a replica of the poster announcing his hanging) they had one that explained cricket in a kind of w.t.f. way. But I couldn't remember it all and got very confused.
The good old BBC however, have kindly included it in an article about blogging about cricket. So here, for your confusion, are the rules of cricket.
You have two sides, one out in the field and one in. Each man that's in the side that's in goes out, and when he's out he comes in and the next man goes in until he's out. When they are all out, the side that's out comes in and the side that's been in goes out and tries to get those coming in, out.
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
Books
Recently I've been reading through my collection of Janet Evanovich books. I started reading her books a long long time ago - I bought book 6 in hardback when I was living in Canterbury and she's just done number 11. The only other authors I can remember reading consistently like that (current authors that is) are Terry Pratchett and Katie Fforde.
Anyways, I read book 1 and didn't remember the storyline! It's been so long since I read it, mainly because I was missing odd ones in the sequence so tended to only read the three that I had in a row. Then at Christmas I filled in all the gaps, but since I'd also done that with Pratchett and was reading those, Stephanie Plum drew the short straw.
But I digress. The real point of this post follows below.
-----------------------------------------
Where's My Cow? 1st October 2005. £10.99
At six o'clock every day, without fail, with no excuses, Sam Vimes must go home to read "Where's My Cow?", with all the right farmyard noises, to his little boy. There are some things you have to do. It is the most loved and chewed book in the world. But his father wonders why it is full of moo-cows and baa-lambs when Young Sam will only ever see them cooked on a plate. He can think of a more useful book for a boy who lives in a city. So Sam Vimes starts adapting the story. A story with streets, not fields. A book with rogues and villains. A book about the place where he'll grow up.
-----------------------------------------
Thud! 1st October 2005 £17.99
Koom Valley? That was where the trolls ambushed the dwarfs, or the dwarfs ambushed the trolls. It was far away. It was a long time ago. But if he doesn't solve the murder of just one dwarf, Commander Sam Vimes of the Ankh-Morpork City Watch is going to see it fought again, right outside his office. With his beloved Watch crumbling around him and war-drums sounding, he must unravel every clue, outwit every assassin and brave any darkness to find the solution. And darkness is following him. Oh...and at six o'clock every day, without fail, with no excuses, he must home to read "Where's My Cow?", with all the right farmyard noises, to his little boy. There are some things you have to do.
-----------------------------------------
And those lovely people at Author Tracker just sent me this in an email.
-----------------------------------------
Dear Reader,
What you have here is an excerpt from my new novel, Thud! It's about a murder in the dark that resurrects an ancient mystery (that statement is true and, since this is a mystery, carefully misleading), and about the man -- Commander Sam Vimes of the City Watch -- who must figure it all out. And avert a war at the same time. And make sure he's home by six
o'clock every night to read a bedtime story to his little boy. Some things are important, after all.
If you haven't read one of my books before, don't worry. Although I've written a lot of them, and most are set in the same place and occasionally share characters, knowing what's gone before might enhance the fun, but it's not necessary to the overall experience. This is pretty much a standalone book and anyone who's ever read a crime novel or a thriller or a fantasy book, for that matter, should be able to hum along happily until they pick up the refrain.
Yep, I used the word "fantasy" But the Discworld, on which a lot of my books are set, isn't your classic fantasy world. All the big wars were a long time ago. Now people just want to get on in the world and make a buck or two. The people might be dwarfs or trolls or wizards, but at the same time they can be bureaucrats or thugs or shoe salesmen. (I guess that's why the ubiquitous "they" have said that I'm a master of satire. Right. I didn't know it was that easy.) It's life in a big city where a young female vampire points out that the real problem with turning yourself into a flock of bats is keeping track of the one that's carrying your underwear; where a werewolf can only take a B.A.T.H. if she spells it out in her head; and where being the commander of the police department is just as much of a headache as it
is here.
And, just like here, the dragons to watch out for are no longer the big fiery things in the sky, but the same old evil one ones that live in our minds . . .
--Terry Pratchett
-----------------------------------------
Thud . . .
. . . that was the sound the heavy club made as it connected with the head. The body jerked, and slumped back.
And it was done, unheard, unseen: the perfect end, a perfect solution, a perfect story.
But, as the dwarfs say, where there is trouble you will always find a troll.
The troll saw.
It started out as a perfect day. It would soon enough be an imperfect one, he knew, but just for these few minutes, it was possible to pretend that it wouldn't.
Sam Vimes shaved himself. It was his daily act of defiance, a confirmation that he was. . . well, plain Sam Vimes.
Admittedly, he shaved himself in a mansion, and while he did so, his butler read out bits from the Times, but they were just. . .circumstances. It was still Sam Vimes looking back at him from the mirror. The day he saw the duke of Ankh-Morpork in there would be a bad day. "Duke" was just a job description, that's all.
"Most of the news is about the current. . .dwarfish situation, sir," said Willikins, as Vimes negotiated the tricky area under the nose. He still used his granddad's cutthroat razor. It was another anchor to reality. Besides, the steel was a lot better than the steel
you got today. Sybil, who had a strange enthusiasm for modern gadgetry, kept on suggesting he get one of those new shavers, with a little magic imp inside that had its own scissors and did all the cutting very quickly, but Vimes had held out. If anyone was going to be using a blade near his face, it was going to be him.
"Koom Valley, Koom Valley," he muttered to his reflection. "Anything new?"
"Not as such, sir," said Willikins, turning back to the front page. "There is a report of that speech by Grag Hamcrusher. There was a disturbance afterwards, it says. Several dwarfs and trolls were wounded. Community leaders have appealed for calm."
Vimes shook some lather off the blade. "Hah! I bet they have. Tell me, Willikins, did you fight much when you were a kid? Were you in a gang or anything?"
"I was privileged to belong to the Shamlegger Street Rude Boys, sir," said the butler.
"Really?" said Vimes, genuinely impressed. "They were pretty tough nuts, as I recall."
"Thank you, sir," said Willikins smoothly. "I pride myself I used to give somewhat more than I got if we needed to discuss the vexed area of turf issues with the young men from Rope Street. Stevedore's hooks were their weapon of choice, as I recall."
"And yours. . .?" said Vimes, agog.
"A cap-brim sewn with sharpened pennies, sir. An ever-present help in times of trouble."
"Ye gods, man! You could put someone's eye out with something like that."
"With care, sir, yes," said Willikins, meticulously folding a towel.
And here you stand now, in your pinstripe trousers and butlering coat, shiny as schmaltz and fat as butter, Vimes thought, while he tidied up under the ears. And I'm a duke. How the world turns.
"And have you ever heard someone say "let's have a disturbance"?" he said.
"Never, sir."
"Me neither. It only happens in newspapers." Vimes glanced at the bandage on his arm. It had been quite disturbing, even so.
"Did it mention I took personal charge?" he said.
"No, sir. But it does say here that rival factions in the street outside were kept apart by the valiant efforts of the Watch, sir."
"They actually used the word "valiant"?" said Vimes, still tidying up under the ears.
"Indeed they did, sir."
"Well, good," Vimes conceded grumpily. "Do they record that two officers had to be taken to the Free Hospital, one of them quite badly hurt?"
"Unaccountably, not, sir," said the butler.
"Huh. Typical. Oh, well. . .carry on."
Willikins coughed a butlery cough. "You might wish to lower the razor for the next one, sir. I got into trouble with her ladyship about last week's little nick."
Vimes watched his image sigh, and lowered the razor. "All right, Willikins. Tell me the worst."
Behind him, the paper was professionally rustled. "The headline on page three is: "Vampire Officer For The Watch?" sir," said the butler, and took a careful step backwards.
"Damn! Who told them?"
"I really couldn't say, sir. It says you are not in favor of vampires in the Watch but will be interviewing a recruit today. It says there is a lively controversy over the issue."
"Turn to page eight, will you?" said Vimes grimly. Behind him, the paper rustled again.
"Well?" he said, "That's where they usually put their silly political cartoon, isn't it?"
"You did put the razor down, did you, sir?" said Willikins.
"Yes!"
"Perhaps it would also be just as well if you stepped away from the washbasin, too, sir."
"There's one of me, isn't there?" said Vimes grimly.
"Indeed there is, sir. It portrays a small nervous vampire and, if I may say so, a rather larger-than-life drawing of yourself leaning over your desk, holding a wooden stake in your right hand. The caption is "Any good on a stake-out, eh?" sir, this being a humorous wordplay referring, on the one hand, to the standard police procedure."
"Yes, I think I can just about spot it," said Vimes wearily. "Any chance you could nip down and buy the original before Sybil does? Every time they run a cartoon of me, she gets hold of it and hangs it up in the library!"
"Mr., er, Fizz does capture a very good likeness, sir," the butler conceded. "And I regret to say that her ladyship has already instructed me to go down to the Times office on her behalf."
Vimes groaned.
"Moreover, sir," Willikins went on, "her ladyship desired me to remind you that she and Young Sam will meet at the studio of Sir Joshua at eleven sharp, sir. The painting is at an important stage, I gather."
"But I..."
"She was very specific, sir. She said if a commander of police cannot take time off, who can?"
On this day in 1802, the painter Methodia Rascal woke up in the night because the sounds of warfare were coming from a drawer in his bedside table.
Again.
One little light illuminated the cellar, which was to say that it lent different textures to the darkness and divided shadow from darker shadow.
The figures barely showed up at all. It was quite impossible, with normal eyes, to tell who was talking.
"This is not to be talked about, do you understand?"
"Not talked about? He's dead!"
"This is dwarf business! It's not to come to the ears of the city watch! They have no place here! Do any of us want them down here?"
"They do have dwarf officers --"
"Hah. D'rkza. Too much time in the sun. They're just short humans now. Do they think dwarf? And Vimes will dig and dig and wave the silly rags and tatters they call laws. Why should we allow such a violation? Besides, this is hardly a mystery. Only a troll could have done it, agreed? I said, are we agreed?"
"That is what happened," said a figure; the voice was thin and old and, in truth, uncertain.
"Indeed, it was a troll," said another voice, almost the twin of that one, but with a little more assurance.
The subsequent pause was underlined by the ever-present sound of the pumps.
"It could only have been a troll," said the first voice. "Is it not said that behind every crime you will find the troll?"
Excerpted from Thud! Copyright © 2005 by Terry Pratchett. HarperCollins Publishers. All rights reserved.
Anyways, I read book 1 and didn't remember the storyline! It's been so long since I read it, mainly because I was missing odd ones in the sequence so tended to only read the three that I had in a row. Then at Christmas I filled in all the gaps, but since I'd also done that with Pratchett and was reading those, Stephanie Plum drew the short straw.
But I digress. The real point of this post follows below.
-----------------------------------------
Where's My Cow? 1st October 2005. £10.99
At six o'clock every day, without fail, with no excuses, Sam Vimes must go home to read "Where's My Cow?", with all the right farmyard noises, to his little boy. There are some things you have to do. It is the most loved and chewed book in the world. But his father wonders why it is full of moo-cows and baa-lambs when Young Sam will only ever see them cooked on a plate. He can think of a more useful book for a boy who lives in a city. So Sam Vimes starts adapting the story. A story with streets, not fields. A book with rogues and villains. A book about the place where he'll grow up.
-----------------------------------------
Thud! 1st October 2005 £17.99
Koom Valley? That was where the trolls ambushed the dwarfs, or the dwarfs ambushed the trolls. It was far away. It was a long time ago. But if he doesn't solve the murder of just one dwarf, Commander Sam Vimes of the Ankh-Morpork City Watch is going to see it fought again, right outside his office. With his beloved Watch crumbling around him and war-drums sounding, he must unravel every clue, outwit every assassin and brave any darkness to find the solution. And darkness is following him. Oh...and at six o'clock every day, without fail, with no excuses, he must home to read "Where's My Cow?", with all the right farmyard noises, to his little boy. There are some things you have to do.
-----------------------------------------
And those lovely people at Author Tracker just sent me this in an email.
-----------------------------------------
Dear Reader,
What you have here is an excerpt from my new novel, Thud! It's about a murder in the dark that resurrects an ancient mystery (that statement is true and, since this is a mystery, carefully misleading), and about the man -- Commander Sam Vimes of the City Watch -- who must figure it all out. And avert a war at the same time. And make sure he's home by six
o'clock every night to read a bedtime story to his little boy. Some things are important, after all.
If you haven't read one of my books before, don't worry. Although I've written a lot of them, and most are set in the same place and occasionally share characters, knowing what's gone before might enhance the fun, but it's not necessary to the overall experience. This is pretty much a standalone book and anyone who's ever read a crime novel or a thriller or a fantasy book, for that matter, should be able to hum along happily until they pick up the refrain.
Yep, I used the word "fantasy" But the Discworld, on which a lot of my books are set, isn't your classic fantasy world. All the big wars were a long time ago. Now people just want to get on in the world and make a buck or two. The people might be dwarfs or trolls or wizards, but at the same time they can be bureaucrats or thugs or shoe salesmen. (I guess that's why the ubiquitous "they" have said that I'm a master of satire. Right. I didn't know it was that easy.) It's life in a big city where a young female vampire points out that the real problem with turning yourself into a flock of bats is keeping track of the one that's carrying your underwear; where a werewolf can only take a B.A.T.H. if she spells it out in her head; and where being the commander of the police department is just as much of a headache as it
is here.
And, just like here, the dragons to watch out for are no longer the big fiery things in the sky, but the same old evil one ones that live in our minds . . .
--Terry Pratchett
-----------------------------------------
Thud . . .
. . . that was the sound the heavy club made as it connected with the head. The body jerked, and slumped back.
And it was done, unheard, unseen: the perfect end, a perfect solution, a perfect story.
But, as the dwarfs say, where there is trouble you will always find a troll.
The troll saw.
It started out as a perfect day. It would soon enough be an imperfect one, he knew, but just for these few minutes, it was possible to pretend that it wouldn't.
Sam Vimes shaved himself. It was his daily act of defiance, a confirmation that he was. . . well, plain Sam Vimes.
Admittedly, he shaved himself in a mansion, and while he did so, his butler read out bits from the Times, but they were just. . .circumstances. It was still Sam Vimes looking back at him from the mirror. The day he saw the duke of Ankh-Morpork in there would be a bad day. "Duke" was just a job description, that's all.
"Most of the news is about the current. . .dwarfish situation, sir," said Willikins, as Vimes negotiated the tricky area under the nose. He still used his granddad's cutthroat razor. It was another anchor to reality. Besides, the steel was a lot better than the steel
you got today. Sybil, who had a strange enthusiasm for modern gadgetry, kept on suggesting he get one of those new shavers, with a little magic imp inside that had its own scissors and did all the cutting very quickly, but Vimes had held out. If anyone was going to be using a blade near his face, it was going to be him.
"Koom Valley, Koom Valley," he muttered to his reflection. "Anything new?"
"Not as such, sir," said Willikins, turning back to the front page. "There is a report of that speech by Grag Hamcrusher. There was a disturbance afterwards, it says. Several dwarfs and trolls were wounded. Community leaders have appealed for calm."
Vimes shook some lather off the blade. "Hah! I bet they have. Tell me, Willikins, did you fight much when you were a kid? Were you in a gang or anything?"
"I was privileged to belong to the Shamlegger Street Rude Boys, sir," said the butler.
"Really?" said Vimes, genuinely impressed. "They were pretty tough nuts, as I recall."
"Thank you, sir," said Willikins smoothly. "I pride myself I used to give somewhat more than I got if we needed to discuss the vexed area of turf issues with the young men from Rope Street. Stevedore's hooks were their weapon of choice, as I recall."
"And yours. . .?" said Vimes, agog.
"A cap-brim sewn with sharpened pennies, sir. An ever-present help in times of trouble."
"Ye gods, man! You could put someone's eye out with something like that."
"With care, sir, yes," said Willikins, meticulously folding a towel.
And here you stand now, in your pinstripe trousers and butlering coat, shiny as schmaltz and fat as butter, Vimes thought, while he tidied up under the ears. And I'm a duke. How the world turns.
"And have you ever heard someone say "let's have a disturbance"?" he said.
"Never, sir."
"Me neither. It only happens in newspapers." Vimes glanced at the bandage on his arm. It had been quite disturbing, even so.
"Did it mention I took personal charge?" he said.
"No, sir. But it does say here that rival factions in the street outside were kept apart by the valiant efforts of the Watch, sir."
"They actually used the word "valiant"?" said Vimes, still tidying up under the ears.
"Indeed they did, sir."
"Well, good," Vimes conceded grumpily. "Do they record that two officers had to be taken to the Free Hospital, one of them quite badly hurt?"
"Unaccountably, not, sir," said the butler.
"Huh. Typical. Oh, well. . .carry on."
Willikins coughed a butlery cough. "You might wish to lower the razor for the next one, sir. I got into trouble with her ladyship about last week's little nick."
Vimes watched his image sigh, and lowered the razor. "All right, Willikins. Tell me the worst."
Behind him, the paper was professionally rustled. "The headline on page three is: "Vampire Officer For The Watch?" sir," said the butler, and took a careful step backwards.
"Damn! Who told them?"
"I really couldn't say, sir. It says you are not in favor of vampires in the Watch but will be interviewing a recruit today. It says there is a lively controversy over the issue."
"Turn to page eight, will you?" said Vimes grimly. Behind him, the paper rustled again.
"Well?" he said, "That's where they usually put their silly political cartoon, isn't it?"
"You did put the razor down, did you, sir?" said Willikins.
"Yes!"
"Perhaps it would also be just as well if you stepped away from the washbasin, too, sir."
"There's one of me, isn't there?" said Vimes grimly.
"Indeed there is, sir. It portrays a small nervous vampire and, if I may say so, a rather larger-than-life drawing of yourself leaning over your desk, holding a wooden stake in your right hand. The caption is "Any good on a stake-out, eh?" sir, this being a humorous wordplay referring, on the one hand, to the standard police procedure."
"Yes, I think I can just about spot it," said Vimes wearily. "Any chance you could nip down and buy the original before Sybil does? Every time they run a cartoon of me, she gets hold of it and hangs it up in the library!"
"Mr., er, Fizz does capture a very good likeness, sir," the butler conceded. "And I regret to say that her ladyship has already instructed me to go down to the Times office on her behalf."
Vimes groaned.
"Moreover, sir," Willikins went on, "her ladyship desired me to remind you that she and Young Sam will meet at the studio of Sir Joshua at eleven sharp, sir. The painting is at an important stage, I gather."
"But I..."
"She was very specific, sir. She said if a commander of police cannot take time off, who can?"
On this day in 1802, the painter Methodia Rascal woke up in the night because the sounds of warfare were coming from a drawer in his bedside table.
Again.
One little light illuminated the cellar, which was to say that it lent different textures to the darkness and divided shadow from darker shadow.
The figures barely showed up at all. It was quite impossible, with normal eyes, to tell who was talking.
"This is not to be talked about, do you understand?"
"Not talked about? He's dead!"
"This is dwarf business! It's not to come to the ears of the city watch! They have no place here! Do any of us want them down here?"
"They do have dwarf officers --"
"Hah. D'rkza. Too much time in the sun. They're just short humans now. Do they think dwarf? And Vimes will dig and dig and wave the silly rags and tatters they call laws. Why should we allow such a violation? Besides, this is hardly a mystery. Only a troll could have done it, agreed? I said, are we agreed?"
"That is what happened," said a figure; the voice was thin and old and, in truth, uncertain.
"Indeed, it was a troll," said another voice, almost the twin of that one, but with a little more assurance.
The subsequent pause was underlined by the ever-present sound of the pumps.
"It could only have been a troll," said the first voice. "Is it not said that behind every crime you will find the troll?"
Excerpted from Thud! Copyright © 2005 by Terry Pratchett. HarperCollins Publishers. All rights reserved.
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
Ugh...
Had a totally sleazy guy in at work today. Wanted to talk to me about the women that visit him while he's asleep to have sex with him. Wanted me to find him a "coven" that would help him. When he started making gestures to describe it all, I excused myself and went off to have a pretend phonecall with a colleague.
Phoenix reckons it was my annual dose of sleaze ;-)
So tonight is chilling night. I was planning to do some bits and pieces but now I get to play WoW, eat chocolate and drink red wine.
Now then, where's that chocolate.....
Phoenix reckons it was my annual dose of sleaze ;-)
So tonight is chilling night. I was planning to do some bits and pieces but now I get to play WoW, eat chocolate and drink red wine.
Now then, where's that chocolate.....
Sunday, August 14, 2005
Quizzes, blame Morganna!
Take the quiz: "What dragon species are you? (Stunning pics)"
Fire Dragon
Rage, passion, you burn with the essence of a powerful flame. You are powerful and majestic and dont let anyone stand in your way without a fight.
Take the quiz: "What is your Inner Dragon (neat pictures)"
Green Dragon
Your Inner Dragon is the embodiment of Nature and the Earth.Greens spend almost all of their time below the canopy or just above the treetops in tropical rain forests.You speak the language of every animal and plant in your domain and know most of them by first name.Because of your protector/caretaker role, you are the Earth Elemental dragon. You also like to like to impose your steadfast will on others, commune with Nature, and lobby governments for alternative fuels and conservation. Your favorable attributes are Midnight, Winter, gemstones, mountains, caves, soil, respect, endurance, responsibility, prosperity, and purpose in life.
Take the quiz: "What Kind of Pirate are Ye? (*Pix*)"
The Wench Aboard
Sex? Yes Please! You tend to stay locked up in your cabin awaiting your lover! You also forget your head in the clouds, of Romance Novels. You take what life has to offer and deal with it. Whether it involves being kidnapped by Pirates...or shoveling the water out of your room aboard the ship. You flirt with anything that moves and hate to be lonely. As long as you keep your wits about you, you actually can be quite charming. (snigger)
Take the quiz: " Which Egyptian God or Goddess do you represent? (Pictures!)"
Thoth, God of Wisdom and Learning
Thoth was said to be self-created, along with his wife Ma'at. He was said to be represented by a baboon, these grave facial features displaying extreme thoughtfulness. He supposedly carried a pen and scrolls with him, with which he records all things.
Fire Dragon
Rage, passion, you burn with the essence of a powerful flame. You are powerful and majestic and dont let anyone stand in your way without a fight.
Take the quiz: "What is your Inner Dragon (neat pictures)"
Green Dragon
Your Inner Dragon is the embodiment of Nature and the Earth.Greens spend almost all of their time below the canopy or just above the treetops in tropical rain forests.You speak the language of every animal and plant in your domain and know most of them by first name.Because of your protector/caretaker role, you are the Earth Elemental dragon. You also like to like to impose your steadfast will on others, commune with Nature, and lobby governments for alternative fuels and conservation. Your favorable attributes are Midnight, Winter, gemstones, mountains, caves, soil, respect, endurance, responsibility, prosperity, and purpose in life.
Take the quiz: "What Kind of Pirate are Ye? (*Pix*)"
The Wench Aboard
Sex? Yes Please! You tend to stay locked up in your cabin awaiting your lover! You also forget your head in the clouds, of Romance Novels. You take what life has to offer and deal with it. Whether it involves being kidnapped by Pirates...or shoveling the water out of your room aboard the ship. You flirt with anything that moves and hate to be lonely. As long as you keep your wits about you, you actually can be quite charming. (snigger)
Take the quiz: " Which Egyptian God or Goddess do you represent? (Pictures!)"
Thoth, God of Wisdom and Learning
Thoth was said to be self-created, along with his wife Ma'at. He was said to be represented by a baboon, these grave facial features displaying extreme thoughtfulness. He supposedly carried a pen and scrolls with him, with which he records all things.
You are a very intelligent individual. You know what is important in life, and that you have to be smart to live in this world. Perhaps you get a bit too caught up in books, to the point where you are oblivious to other things, but for the most part, you are wise and thoughtful. People can depend on you for advice and you can always give those crucial words of wisdom when they are most needed.
Take the quiz: "LOTR Personality Match W/Excellent Pics"
Arwen
She is said to be the most beautiful of all living beings. Her heart being just as beautiful. You also have a good heart and you walk with a light about your face.
Take the quiz: "Your Greek Goddess Soulmate (With Pictures) Girls Only"
Goddess Artemis
You are most like Artemis. She was known as the Mistress of Animals and the protectress of children, but she was also a huntress and the goddess who could bring death with her arrows. She is a strong willed and powerful goddess, a female who could punish injustices against the gods with ferocious and deadly accuracy. And as an Olympian goddess, Artemis was free to pursue her interests, and was often found frolicking in the forests, accompanied by a band of nymphs.Myths and legends show that the goddess Artemis was aloof and free-spirited, and not constrained by husband or hearth.
Take the quiz: "Which Greek god/goddess are you?"
Artemis
You are Artemis! Artemis was the virgin Goddess of the Hunt.She helped women in childbirth but also brought sudden death with her arrows.Artemis and her brother Apollo were the children of Zeus and Leto. In some versions of their myth, Artemis was born first and helped her mother to deliver Apollo. (Hmmmm....)
Take the quiz: "What Celtic Diety are you?"
Epona
(Pan-Celtic) [ey-PONE-ah, AY-paw-nah or Ay-PAWN-nuh] Divine Horse; The Great Mare; Goddess of horses; Mother Goddess. Fertility, maternity, protectress of horses, horse-breeding, prosperity, dogs, healing springs, crops. Epona is typically with mares and foals, usually riding sidesaddle or merely in association with horses. She also holds cornucopiae sheaves of grain and other fruits suggesting an ancillary role as a vegetation goddess. Epona is also, on occasion, linked with dogs and birds. (and there's my lady.)
Sunday, August 07, 2005
Sunday musings
As is usually the case on a Sunday when I've worked I have "big" thoughts on the walk home. Today wasn't an exception and since today they made more sense than usual (as in someone who isn't me could understand what I was wiffling on about) I thought I'd try and capture them.
I was thinking about the fact that in her blog my sister has pictures of a guy called Louis. Now Louis is the baby brother of a girl that I was at primary school with, Natasha. I can remember Louis as a little kid always wanting to tag along with our games, and now he's in the pub with my baby sister.
It made me think about the fact that I've never really had any cohesive friendships that go right theway through. I mean, Pami's been around for a long while as a very very good friend, but even that only really started happening in the fourth year of senior school (the school year you turn 15 for USA readers).
It made me think about the people I've known at different times and the reasons I no longer know them now. For some it's easy, I wasn't at school with Natasha and Louise and Christine any more. For others it's slightly more difficult, like Jessica it was because she'd gone from out all night drinker chick to homebody but seemed to resent the fact I was still doing the drinking thing. Then I know that after we stopped being friends and she split with Robin, she started working really hard at uni and got the grades she wanted while still going out and having fun sometimes.
With Paul and Jacqui I know it was mainly because I'd split up with Jon and moved out, but also I'd changed from being the girl in the bar every night and drinking as soon as I got up into someone who has work the next morning and who would quite like to stay in.
It made me realise just how much I've changed and that the life I'm living now isn't who I could have imagined myself a few years ago. At the time of Georges death I expected to hit rock bottom again, but thought I hadn't. With all the crap from the last year I expected it, but again though I hadn't. Then when I lost the baby the day before the wedding I did hit, but it wasn't what I expected.
Rock bottom had changed completely from the place where I lived during my last year of school. It wasn't the same place that I escaped from by drinking about a bottle of vodka a day. I looked around rock bottom that night and saw flowers growing in what had previously been a desert.
I had the knowledge that Phoenix loves me, that I was about to gain a whole new family that I love, that I had found people who truly care about me, not the things I'm doing or who I'm hanging out with, but me. This meant I went to sleep smiling, rather than going back to being the girl with the razor cuts on her arms and vodka in her bottle of Fanta.
Now I have my house with the two cats in the yard (well, Foleys in the hall yodelling at the door and Esmes under the bookcase, but you know what I mean), I have a man who adores me (most of the time, except when I pinch all the duvet) two families of people who are there to support me and friends that I won't give up without a fight. I have a job I love, and although I'll still be at work for Christmas I know that when I do get pregnant again I'll have all the love and support from my co-workers that I could possibly hope for.
Life is good, and even when it's bad I know that it can't beat me down.
I know I am strong.
I was thinking about the fact that in her blog my sister has pictures of a guy called Louis. Now Louis is the baby brother of a girl that I was at primary school with, Natasha. I can remember Louis as a little kid always wanting to tag along with our games, and now he's in the pub with my baby sister.
It made me think about the fact that I've never really had any cohesive friendships that go right theway through. I mean, Pami's been around for a long while as a very very good friend, but even that only really started happening in the fourth year of senior school (the school year you turn 15 for USA readers).
It made me think about the people I've known at different times and the reasons I no longer know them now. For some it's easy, I wasn't at school with Natasha and Louise and Christine any more. For others it's slightly more difficult, like Jessica it was because she'd gone from out all night drinker chick to homebody but seemed to resent the fact I was still doing the drinking thing. Then I know that after we stopped being friends and she split with Robin, she started working really hard at uni and got the grades she wanted while still going out and having fun sometimes.
With Paul and Jacqui I know it was mainly because I'd split up with Jon and moved out, but also I'd changed from being the girl in the bar every night and drinking as soon as I got up into someone who has work the next morning and who would quite like to stay in.
It made me realise just how much I've changed and that the life I'm living now isn't who I could have imagined myself a few years ago. At the time of Georges death I expected to hit rock bottom again, but thought I hadn't. With all the crap from the last year I expected it, but again though I hadn't. Then when I lost the baby the day before the wedding I did hit, but it wasn't what I expected.
Rock bottom had changed completely from the place where I lived during my last year of school. It wasn't the same place that I escaped from by drinking about a bottle of vodka a day. I looked around rock bottom that night and saw flowers growing in what had previously been a desert.
I had the knowledge that Phoenix loves me, that I was about to gain a whole new family that I love, that I had found people who truly care about me, not the things I'm doing or who I'm hanging out with, but me. This meant I went to sleep smiling, rather than going back to being the girl with the razor cuts on her arms and vodka in her bottle of Fanta.
Now I have my house with the two cats in the yard (well, Foleys in the hall yodelling at the door and Esmes under the bookcase, but you know what I mean), I have a man who adores me (most of the time, except when I pinch all the duvet) two families of people who are there to support me and friends that I won't give up without a fight. I have a job I love, and although I'll still be at work for Christmas I know that when I do get pregnant again I'll have all the love and support from my co-workers that I could possibly hope for.
Life is good, and even when it's bad I know that it can't beat me down.
I know I am strong.
Saturday, August 06, 2005
Musically minded
RichieFingers recently got some new CD's for work which are all quite nice but a couple of songs have been lodging themselves in my brain so I can't escape.
They're by Jem and very much worth a listen. She did the song Closer that went with the film, very spooky and tempting.
The main two that stick with me are:
-----------------------------------
24
Been given 24 hours
To tie up loose ends
To make amends
His eyes said it all
I started to fall
And the silence deafened
Head spinning round
No time to sit down
Just wanted to
Run and run and run
Be careful they say
Don't wish life away,
Now I've one day
And I can't believe
How I've been wasting my time
In 24 hours they'll be
Laying flowers
On my life, it's over tonight
I'm not messing no I
Need your blessing
And your promise to live free
Please do it for me
Is there a heaven a hell
And will I come back
Who can tell
Now I can see
What matters to me
It's as clear as crystal
The places I've been
The people I've seen
Plans that I made
Start to fade
The sun's setting gold
Thought I would grow old,
It wasn't to be
And I can't believe
How I've been wasting my time
In 18 hours they'll be
Laying flowers
On my life, it's over tonight
I'm not messing no I
Need your blessing
And your promise to live free
Please do it for me
In 13 hours they'll be
Laying flowers
On my life, it's over tonight
I'm not messing no I
Need your blessing
And your promise to live free
Please do it for me
I'm not alone, I sense it, I sense it
All that I said, I meant it, I meant it
And I can't believe
How much I've wasted my time
In just 8 hours they'll be
Laying flowers
On my life, it's over tonight
I'm not messing no I
Need your blessing
And your promise to live free
Please do it for me
In just 1 hour they'll be
Laying flowers
On my life, it's over tonight
I'm not messing no I
Need your blessing
And your promise to live free
Please do it for me
-----------------------------------
Just a ride
Life
It’s ever so strange
It’s so full of change
Think that you’ve worked it out
Then bang
Right out of the blue
Something happens to you
To throw you off course
And then you
Breakdown
Yeah you breakdown
Well don’t you breakdown
Listen to me
Because
It’s just a ride, it’s just a ride
No need to run, no need to hide
It’ll take you round and round
Sometimes you’re up
Sometimes you’re down
It’s just a ride, it’s just a ride
Don’t be scared
Don’t hide your eyes
It may feel so real inside
But don’t forget it’s just a ride
Truth, we don’t wanna hear
It’s too much to take
Don’t like to feel out of control
So we make our plans
Ten times a day
And when they don’t go
Our way we
Breakdown
Yeah we breakdown
Well don’t you breakdown
Listen to me
Because
It’s just a ride, it’s just a ride
No need to run, no need to hide
It’ll take you round and round
Sometimes you’re up
Sometimes you’re down
It’s just a ride, it’s just a ride
Don’t be scared
Don’t hide your eyes
It may feel so real inside
But don’t forget it’s just a ride
Slowly, oh so very slowly
Except that
There’s no getting off
So live it, just gotta go with it
'Cause this ride’s, never gonna stop
Breakdown
Don’t you breakdown
No need to breakdown
No need at all
Because
It’s just a ride, it’s just a ride
No need to run, no need to hide
It’ll take you all around
Sometimes you’re up
Sometimes you’re down
It’s just a ride, it’s just a ride
Don’t be scared now
Dry your eyes
It may feel so real inside
But don’t forget enjoy the ride
They're by Jem and very much worth a listen. She did the song Closer that went with the film, very spooky and tempting.
The main two that stick with me are:
-----------------------------------
24
Been given 24 hours
To tie up loose ends
To make amends
His eyes said it all
I started to fall
And the silence deafened
Head spinning round
No time to sit down
Just wanted to
Run and run and run
Be careful they say
Don't wish life away,
Now I've one day
And I can't believe
How I've been wasting my time
In 24 hours they'll be
Laying flowers
On my life, it's over tonight
I'm not messing no I
Need your blessing
And your promise to live free
Please do it for me
Is there a heaven a hell
And will I come back
Who can tell
Now I can see
What matters to me
It's as clear as crystal
The places I've been
The people I've seen
Plans that I made
Start to fade
The sun's setting gold
Thought I would grow old,
It wasn't to be
And I can't believe
How I've been wasting my time
In 18 hours they'll be
Laying flowers
On my life, it's over tonight
I'm not messing no I
Need your blessing
And your promise to live free
Please do it for me
In 13 hours they'll be
Laying flowers
On my life, it's over tonight
I'm not messing no I
Need your blessing
And your promise to live free
Please do it for me
I'm not alone, I sense it, I sense it
All that I said, I meant it, I meant it
And I can't believe
How much I've wasted my time
In just 8 hours they'll be
Laying flowers
On my life, it's over tonight
I'm not messing no I
Need your blessing
And your promise to live free
Please do it for me
In just 1 hour they'll be
Laying flowers
On my life, it's over tonight
I'm not messing no I
Need your blessing
And your promise to live free
Please do it for me
-----------------------------------
Just a ride
Life
It’s ever so strange
It’s so full of change
Think that you’ve worked it out
Then bang
Right out of the blue
Something happens to you
To throw you off course
And then you
Breakdown
Yeah you breakdown
Well don’t you breakdown
Listen to me
Because
It’s just a ride, it’s just a ride
No need to run, no need to hide
It’ll take you round and round
Sometimes you’re up
Sometimes you’re down
It’s just a ride, it’s just a ride
Don’t be scared
Don’t hide your eyes
It may feel so real inside
But don’t forget it’s just a ride
Truth, we don’t wanna hear
It’s too much to take
Don’t like to feel out of control
So we make our plans
Ten times a day
And when they don’t go
Our way we
Breakdown
Yeah we breakdown
Well don’t you breakdown
Listen to me
Because
It’s just a ride, it’s just a ride
No need to run, no need to hide
It’ll take you round and round
Sometimes you’re up
Sometimes you’re down
It’s just a ride, it’s just a ride
Don’t be scared
Don’t hide your eyes
It may feel so real inside
But don’t forget it’s just a ride
Slowly, oh so very slowly
Except that
There’s no getting off
So live it, just gotta go with it
'Cause this ride’s, never gonna stop
Breakdown
Don’t you breakdown
No need to breakdown
No need at all
Because
It’s just a ride, it’s just a ride
No need to run, no need to hide
It’ll take you all around
Sometimes you’re up
Sometimes you’re down
It’s just a ride, it’s just a ride
Don’t be scared now
Dry your eyes
It may feel so real inside
But don’t forget enjoy the ride
Friday, August 05, 2005
Emily says....
WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME WRITE ON ME
Well that's writing isn't it?
I am at work all weekend so won't be daytime posting, although I might post Sat night I'll probably be too tired. You know if life was more exciting I would post more often but it just all feels like work/sleep/work/sleep!
Now I'm going to relax and watch Dukes of Hazzard while I do some cross-stitch (see, told you it was exciting)
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
Day off!
Even though I had all of last week off, it's still really nice to have today off.
Days off are very different when Phoenix is here, they involve checking when he wants the PC and eating sensible(ish) food at sensible(ish) times. Today he is working which means I can basically do what I like!
This means that I'm going to go write some letters upstairs (much easier to concentrate sitting at my desk that in front of the TV) and then do some tidying (15 minutes is all it'll take) and then I'll almost certainly be playing WoW again. It's very different to any game I've played before, I haven't got bored with it once yet. I think it's the fact that there are other people playing that you can interact with and that takes you off on all sorts of tangents. I almost always end up doing a different quest to the one I intended because someone has asked for help. It's groovy.
Days off are very different when Phoenix is here, they involve checking when he wants the PC and eating sensible(ish) food at sensible(ish) times. Today he is working which means I can basically do what I like!
This means that I'm going to go write some letters upstairs (much easier to concentrate sitting at my desk that in front of the TV) and then do some tidying (15 minutes is all it'll take) and then I'll almost certainly be playing WoW again. It's very different to any game I've played before, I haven't got bored with it once yet. I think it's the fact that there are other people playing that you can interact with and that takes you off on all sorts of tangents. I almost always end up doing a different quest to the one I intended because someone has asked for help. It's groovy.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
