Me in numbers
(sadly not in ‘Numb3rs’, although its probably for the best I’d spend a lot of time smirking and drooling)
Age: 30
Month of birth : 12
Amount of short sightedness: -4.00 & -2.75
Pairs of glasses owned: 5
Shoe size: 7
Pairs of shoes owned: 19
Increase of shoe quantity this week: 11%
Hip:Waist ratio: 0.75
Three Most watched television channels : 116 (BBC Four), 174 (Five USA), 102 (BBC Two)
Number of fiction books I own: c.321 (far too few)
Number of those books not in English: 2
Number of those not in English that I can actually read in entirity: 0
Number of texts I own that I have to read aloud in a Welsh accent:1 Continue Reading…
Posted 1 year, 5 months ago at 7:23 pm. 2 comments
I was going to entitle this entry: I Hate Hormones. Then I realised not only does that sound particularly whiny, even for me, but that it isn’t exactly true. I don’t hate them. I just rather wish those running through my body would stop making me feel quite so bleurgh. Also I’d quite like a reduction in the levels of lunacy that the hormones have kindly arranged to be going on in my head. I know ye olde doctors were being niave and more than a touch sexist when they came up with the term hysteria, but right this minute I don’t feel as though they were too far off the mark. I don’t think it’s entirely coincidental that the only time reading the BBC News website turns into some kind of mental self-harming is when all out war is declared between varying factions in my body. I consider myself very fortunate that these days I don’t get PMT, so I’m only unhinged for 25% of the year. I’ve pretty much worked my way through the entirity of sections 7.3.2.1 and 7.3.1* of the BNF, discovering that even more hormones just make me angrier, hungrier and quite frankly not really much of a catch. More of a bitch really.
The above is by way of an introduction to the remainder of the entry. Which is about my patience. Or lack of therein.
For some reason, Firefox is currently refusing to have anything to do with my blog. It is however,entirely happy to let me go to Dorothy Perkins, American Apparel, the Home Office and The Guardian.* So in the meantime I’m on IE. I’m telling you this because I know some of you will probably want to shower after reading knowing that.
As predicted by Miss Z I did oh so fabulously at avoiding Twitter and Facebook, though I did at least manage not to use them whilst working. I can thoroughly recomend a teeny tiny laptop for the easily distracted, because it’s such a faff using the tiny mouse buttons that you stay where you’re meant to be rather than pootling all over the shop.
Because I’m attempting to be properly responsible with this blog* and post at least once a week this is a pointless empty post*. I actually have for once stuff that requires my whole entire brain, that I really do need to do. So I’m being a good girl and doing the stuff that needs doing, but my brain can’t think blog stuff and other stuff at the same time. Largely because it requires the same bit of my brain. I could do say atheletics and blogging at the same time* because they don’t need the same bit of brain. I’ve now got to be super strict and stop myself from going on facebook and twitter like someone with a really addictive personality might*. I’ll see you in a week-ish.
*Or they might take it into care, and it’ll just end up an angry resentful blog being passed from pillar to post.
*As opposed of course to my oh so deep insights of usual.
*Clearly I couldn’t that’s a complete fib.
*Which clearly isn’t me, oh no, not at all.
Posted 1 year, 5 months ago at 6:29 pm. 3 comments
This was going to be another video. The technical hitch this time is that my ‘office’ has been taken over by the build of a new Media Centre PC*. I did actually film something, but since it was about my DVD collection it was in fact dull as the proverbial. Actually it was duller, dishwater would have been enigmatically fascinating. I and my DVDs were not. Plus it made, my face ache. I don’t know why. I honestly don’t. I wasn’t gurning with embarrassment (although I probably should have been).
I’ve had to use YouTube this time, and thus it might only let 25 views happen. If it does behave awkward, and you do want to see itlet me know; though bare in mind the title y’know there’s no nudity or anything salacious (unless badly stored books do it for you).
EDIT: I’ve put it on public but will switch it back off again towards the end of next week, I’m not a massive fan of youtube but until I work out why Cinocopa is making the sound go weird I’m stuck with this.
EDIT 2: It’s now on private but if you urgently desire to see my book collection in all its untidy glory email me, or leave a comment here.
Posted 1 year, 5 months ago at 1:03 am. 4 comments
Any of you who have twittered* or facebooked me may have noticed a link I posted earlier in the week to an article in The Metro. It doesn’t rank as one of my favoured news outlets (based on ownership and it being foisted in my face everytime I get off a bus in Nottingham), but this did interest me. Actually the credit for noticing said article should go to my mother who after having the paper flung at her took one look and apparently told the driver “C__* will want to know about this” (muster up a theatrical declaration and you’re practically there, my mother treats every opportunity to talk like a soliloquy*).
Anyway, huge diversion aside. The article interests me greatly. The Metro, and The Times discuss the action largely as though it came out of the blue (and nor can any of the articles agree on what amount Ms Laird is being sued for). Which I suppose is for brevity, and the fact that only residents of Cheltenham are likely to be especially interested in the prequel to this event. Though if you are Auntie has a couple of articles here and here. The preceeding events however, don’t entirely explain a worrying decision on the part of the council. The decision to sue someone for not disclosing a mental health problem.
