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So when’s the housewarming? ;c)
Looks like King’s Lynn.
That’s a cupcake from Dolly Parton’s cups ;c)
[The juxtaposition of "cups" and "poo" reminded me of this: http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=bs1lKPdNfQ8 ]
I started reading, thinking “oooh, that’s a gorgeous cupcake / muffin / hue-mung-gus thing”, until I got to the poo bit, at which point all lust for the cupcake disappeared.
B should write a diet book.
You could mail me the DVD.
You’re namechecked on my blog today {v}
Boo to gadgetry.
Although, having read your list… I’m getting gadget envy.
Lovely knees.
http://custardsurgery.com/azerbaijan/?tag=photofish contains all the photos of me on my site. Apart from one “special” one
they’re all the same: jeans and T-shirt. That’s my “uniform”, and it puts me in the tribe of “casual non-corporation job male”.
But TBH everyone notices, and gets their sociological information from, the hair long before the clothes.
Oooh, I think I may participate, except I look like the result of Vanessa Feltz eating Vanessa Feltz at the best of times.
Clothes and photos to follow in due course, probably via the blog…
Hey,
The Facebook one of me in a wedding outfit is hardly typical, alas.
Sorry, I would have loved to participate in this but I don’t have any suitable pics
Fantastic post. Please go and offer it to a lifestyle magazine to replace some of the Polly Filler drivel therein.
Trust me, there’s no reason you’d want to go to Eye in Suffolk [unless you really, really wanted to go to Huntingdon Life Science's back shed].
Fotze is a useful German swearyword.
…”is there a bee in here?”
Parcelnet rank slightly below the Gestapo in my list of “organizations I have respect and admiration for”.
Ooh, for me, tis a toss-up between Parcelnet and Home Delivery Network.
Ref your Passport Q: nah, I have an ‘addition’ to my passport (in the form of a stamp) which was done in a rush for India, and wasn’t done properly. Hence, I get frowned and grumbled at by Passport Control coming back in to the UK. Never had a problem getting into any other country (yet), mind… although I don’t trust to US to continue that!
A very knotty problem, but more specific than the screaming headlines would have you believe. It’s not about MHPs per se.
If the person had “periodic” depression, which could be *reasonably* expected could return, this could be argued as something which one would have to expect to disclose; a single bout of depression which one has recovered from is something very different. Yes, “disability” is a badly worded concept on application forms, but I don’t think holding info back is an option these days.
In my experience on an employment project for people with MHPs, most employers who are sceptical / afraid are pleasantly surprised then rather impressed when you disclose, and *then* spiel about what you’ve learned from your experiences, how they’ve improved you and the things you do to cope with the condition. Other employers who have taken the trouble to reach out to MH projects find not only does it improve their own staff’s MH, but also adds to the employability of others.
So this headline case may be worrying, but I think it’s actually against the general trend. A slow, grindingly slow, froggin’ painfully slow trend, but one nevertheless…
Oh, and you can hardly do a “C….” then keep us guessing. Colin?
I see your point, and there is a certain appeal of things being out in the open, and increasing acceptance.
No doubt that the companies who do make the effort reap benefits, but I think that’s true across the board. Companies who take a holistic approach to their employees have better retention generally, and better productivity.
I would argue though that the increasing trend for disclosure is invasive. Indeed yes someone’s depression could, and in this case seems to, come back. Which has apparently diminished her performance, but so too could cancer, and I wonder how many cancer survivors put “I had testicle cancer 2 yrs ago” on application forms? Of all the application forms I’ve read I’ve never seen that as a disclosure and that’s against the national averages.
Personally I only disclose my heart condition if I feel it relevent. So if I’m sitting on my arse all day then I don’t, but if expected to be particularly active or get warm I will.
Although I still resent the “declaration” aspect, I don’t mind them knowing for First Aid purposes, but I know what I’m physically capable of I’m not sure I want someone not medically qualified making that decision for me.
Good guess, yup Colin it is
“This is a private video. Blah blah sign up login and jump through all these hoops.”
I was playing “Snap” whilst I watched, and shouted it when I spotted Francis Wheen’s “Hoo-Hahs”.
My mother swore by the Be-Ro cookbook, only in her case a fifties version with no cover. Considering we’re direct descendants of the original Mrs Beeton*….
* not yet verified by “Who Do You Think You Are”
Thank you very much – these look great!
“pile of crap that we bought from Argos”. That applies to just about anything from there, I’d have thought.
I would reciprocate with a book tour in our house (ordered only by author surname), but it would be “chicklit this, chicklit that, uni book, uni book, pointless autobiography, chicklit” (repeat ad infinitum).
And yes, I know your noseyness still hasn’t been fully satisfied with my clothing-look. I will do it…. honest (mum)…
I was also looking at your house thinking “that’s from Ikea… we have that…” repeatedly. Especially when I got to the cookery books, as we have the same shelf for our books (although mine is grossly underused in comparison).
be not afeared of Wilkie Collins – seriously – The Lady in White is a ratcheting read once you get into it and flies by (bit pulpy for my tastes though, he was sort of like a Jackie Collins of his day I reckon – wonder if they are related?!).
Mmm. You may wish to talk to Trading Standards or the ASA, although I’m sure he’s using weasel words to get round the limitations on advertising miracle cures.
“I don’t own enough Woody Allen films.” This, lots, up until about 1992: those I’ve seen since then have been big granny pants, and his latest just sounds like an excuse to see Penelope Cruz and Scarlett Johannson with their tits out.
Good for you. Don’t bow to the pressure of blogging. Oh, wait….
(see you on Twitter and Facebook then)
This entry deserves its own otter.
Wonders if there’s a self-help group for addictive personalities, particularly those addicted to Facebook and Twitter.
(I’ve even started commenting in TwitterThought, which is slightly less disturbing than the times I actually *think* in TwitterThought.)
*waves* … came over via Zoe’s blog (feel free to ignore me.)
I should read this entry properly and comment on it, but I’ve had my own bellyful of MH policy this morning. [Details later, prob'ly]. So apologies, but I’ll come back to this.
Number of woos given to this entry: 6.
Number of times I will create an entry similar to this: 1
I have often pondered on the possibility of doing a video blog, and am still pondering. The sad fact is that I don’t have anything remotely exciting in my life to film.
Perhaps I shall invite ideas for filmage on one’s blog.
What do you use to edit it?
Editing is one of the biggest pains. (lots of sweary words are used)
I use Premiere Pro in theory. However, it uses massive amounts of memory for every processing action so I have to rough cut in movie maker and then properly edit in Premiere Pro. Windows Movie Maker isn’t as good for close editing as I would like (tis a complete arse for finding individual frame points). There’s some OS ones about but they seem pretty limited, to me, on fine editing. The best one of the OS ones apparently is a German one, unfortunately it came with zero instructions so I can’t tell if it’s any good because it just annoyed me.
Depending on what you’re filming with you might find format to be an issue most phones and stills cameras seem to film in MPEG, which is mostly (but not entirely) uneditable.
Oooh, trees.
This list needs more Tori Amos, Derek Jarman and John Simpson.
John Simpson could possibly make it into my top 120. I know this is heresey but since I only like 2 Tori songs I’m not sure I could justify inclusion, even though she’s a redhead so is obviously cool.
*rubs knees at last photo*
To my shame I’m not familiar with the play, but these are so cool, thanks for sharing
(*wonders if those proposals to open rehearsals at the National to the public are going ahead*)
The evil genius one will force people to press their noses into your bust to read it. [Though perhaps that's part of the plan? The same thing happened when I got this t-shirt: http://lukpac.org/~handmade/patio/weirdo/images/t-shirt.jpg and people were forced to read three inches from my crotch.]
I’m glad that my eyes have suitably freaked everyone out. I didn’t find them alarming (not just because they were my eyes, mind), but quite fascinating. Yes, I’m odd.
I hope that both you and Tolly are starting to feel better now.
How do I motivate myself to do things around the house? I suspect the answer they are looking for is along the lines of your son being your motivation. Providing him with a tidy, stable environment will give him a stable base in life yadda yadda.
In all truth, my own motivation is that I get sick and tired of living in a mess after a while and it’s a bit ying-yangy for me, a tidy house gives me a clearer mind. With no clutter in the house, I can think better. Or some twaddle like that.
Or just tell her that she scares the pants off of you so you do it to not incur her wrath. I wonder what they’d say if you really did admit that.
Yes thanks Mr P has got his bounce back. My mojo is in the post I think.
I think I wrote too opaquely, my visitee isn’t the one who fears me into tidying. Though she’s pretty formidable. She wants ideas for how to get motivated, and I lack motivation in that area (apart from non-specific fear) so am a bit useless on this front. Bizarrely in this context I’m the advice giver-though lacking in any this time.
Thank you though, the clear house-clear mind thing may be on the ball for her.
I fear I’m of little help here as the only things which motivate me to do housework are either a] the twice-yearly visit from the landlord or b] a visit from a potential horizontal-recreation partner. Since b] has been much less than twice-yearly recently, you can guess what my house looks like…
Pompy! Enjoy!
That map must be stretched, Northampton and MK are definitely not that far apart…
Yeah I had a nightmare getting it to save and then show in proportion, so gave up and just went with the diet version of the UK.
My ex’s band always goes down well there.
She always told me how she enjoyed some impressive ratings…
You have a very pesky pussy. Tabatha-Cat likes using my head as a pillow too, which is a pain.
Thank you for your comment on my blog. It sounds awful, but it’s nice to know that there are other people going through horrid times … it makes me feel less lonely.
(I tried to post this yesterday but it refused to work – *fingers crossed* it’ll work now)
I got about halfway through the soundtrack and had to give up… minus points for me. (although I got Jem’s ‘Save Me’)
For a moment I was convinced you’d gone into the Eurozone, given your camera’s ability to reverse its picture and the fact that the traffic was driving on the right. It wasn’t until I got to the end and realised that the word ‘batteries’ was back to front and the penny dropped.
Ha ha I wondered who’d spot that. I vertical flipped my film and forgot to do so horizontally. Though in my brain driving euro-stylee makes more sense.
I liked that too, although four dimensions still escapes me without thinking of tardises. [Tardisii?]
Apparently individual animal abuse [as opposed to the collective abuse of, say, Mr Tesco] is a very good sign of a nascent serial killer.
Well I suppose practising on something small first makes sense.
Mr Tesco is more of a pogromist.
I forgot it was a school holiday this week (such is the joy of not working in ed-yoo-kay-shun any more), and tottered into Bristol centre to be met with a wave of my most abhorred items: pushchairs.
In addition to the need for moronic car signs, I swear that there is either a class or some strange mental tuning that takes place during the birthing process as to how to misuse a pushchair at every possibility. Is it essential to not to look where you are pushing the damn thing?
It’s a class I think. Part of it devoted to wafting your fag about with the aim of blinding as many passers by as possible, and dawdling whilst looking in every shop window.
I’m weird, when forced to use the pushchair (due to unco-operative small feet attempting escape) I drive it as if I were in a slalom time trial. I’m proud to say I’ve never once hit anyone/anything, and I can corner in ways that Need for Speed can only dream of.
Ah, moronic signs in cars … the amount of times I’ve had to listen to someone (my blokey) spouting forth with hateful spiels about those. One day he’ll burst a blood vessel.
Are you attempting to hold the screwdriver with your vagina?
Obviously you saw that same German movie too…
Ahem.
80s Romford was a bastion of small-minded Conservatism [still is, only with a BNP element now]. My house, for all its failings, was at least a bastion of liberal values where some things weren’t for sale, unlike outside.
(I was Mel always)
My condolences.
“Are you attempting to hold the screwdriver with your vagina?”
Congratulations, you’ve just made me laugh so much that my nose is running. This is a wonderful blog all round; I’ve been expressing similar sentiments for a long time, mostly through arguing with my mother who argues that, for better or worse, men and women are fundamentally different. While there may be some validity in that viz quantifiable physical differences (as you say), I’m inclined to think that “fundamental differences” are too often a handy way to excuse Being A Twat on both sides of the gender divide. Watching Confessions of a Shopaholic and Top Gear are just two sides of the same coin.
And yes, a lot of people do attribute shitty spatial awareness to being female, which can be viewed as a something of a “get out of jail free” card if you’re a dyspraxic female but can be seriously socially disabling for dyspraxic males who are actually expected to master all those practical skills (and the great majority of dyspraxics *are* male).
Actually, scrub everything I’ve just written about my mum: ’tis she, not my dad, who does all the DIY in our house, and she has just appeared over my shoulder with the following quote:
“Believe me, there are plenty of men who can’t hold a screwdriver. They may be good at screwing but that’s something else.”
Ah, yogurt opening. So as not to waste said yog, contort oneself into a position where the opening of el yog lid is close to ones mouth. Open cakehole wide, and flip lid back, collecting any excess yog which may thus spurt forth.
I learned this from something else… can’t think what…
Rather gorgeous.
I’m positive that Manchester has the award for the worst signposted place in the world … but I might visit Pimlico just to be sure. Lovely piccies
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*whistles*
I think Manchester would certainly make a good contender. Though the lack of signposting is probably because most visitors die within the first ten minutes after being run over by a tram (I fear for my life in Mankychester yet never in Sheffield or Nottm).
Yay!
I admire you, I really do – I’m not sure I could go back to education at this moment in time. I wish I had the attention span and the ability to concentrate long enough to take something new in *sigh*.
Why do GCSE certs disappear? I think they go off to a little certificate hiding place. If you find them, can you see if my birth certificate’s there too?
I can check to see if they’re with my GCSE certificates if you like. I know exactly where mine are; they’re in my Record of Achievement folder (which aren’t available anymore). Now, if I could just find my RoA folder life would be very simple.
And do you mind if I borrow your ‘awooga’ in celebration of your education? I just love that word.
Awooga.
1. Flash only.
2. Quicktime is evil.
3. Fx3.
4. Broccoli.
1. All of them, I think.
2. Nope, I is easy.
3. IE7 (want IE8 but Blokey says I’m “not ready for it” (whatever that means). Internet Explorer is the only browser I use.
I’m not very technoknowhow, as you can probably tell. I have a Blokey for that
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1. All
2. WMP. Because, quite frankly, I detest it.
3. IE7, IE8, Firefox3 and Chrome. Oh, and Opera from my ‘phone.
Thank you all. Duly noted. looks like Flash (da-dahhh) wins.
I absolutely love your chair! Your ‘office’ is like mine, right down to having a side of the room each, a PC graveyard and a blokey with a too-big monitor.
Yours is much tidier though
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PENGUINS!
‘Ra? Sun Ra? Umbrell Ra? Ave Mari Ra?
Sorry I’m late it on this:
1. I have all of these, far as I know.
2. WMP because I use as little Windows stuff as poss.
3. Firefox is the only browser I use except at work when I occasionally have to use IE to access a cunty corporation’s website. I don’t expect anything to look good on my phone so don’t worry about that.
Oh. “office” + “ra” = “orrafice”. *goes back to Indie crossword*
I’ve forgiven most of my secondary school teachers for their crapness – after all, I’d be the same stuck in an East London sink comprehensive with 700 hormone-raged teenage boys who didn’t give a shit about anything I said ever – but Mrs Andrews, language teacher, is one of the exceptions.
I have picked up some interesting Swedish phrases from a facebook friend tho…
For me it was Norwegian. Having a half-Norsk best friend at school helped. I was shit at everything else and so it was no surprise that I didn’t pick up much Norwegian either.
I did French to A Level and can barely remember anything apart from ’shunting yard’ and the verb which means ‘to slightly fray at the edges’. Our French tutor in 6th form had a suitably warped sense of humour. That might explain my D in it then…
German I hated; my parents asked the school to let me do German instead of Spanish and to my horror they agreed. I used to take extra classes in the afternoons and appalling didn’t really describe my grasp of the German vocabulary.
I wasn’t born to be a linguist…
I love this … it made me laugh far too much when I should have been welcoming my blokey home from his hard day at the office.
And for the record:
French – five years, C grade GCSE, I can ask your name and tell you mine.
Czecho – been there lots, know how to say ‘thank you’ and the correct word for answering the phone. I don’t know how to converse with my nieces, nor tell the neighbour whose door I just knocked on that I can’t get into my brother’s flat because the lock is dodgy …
Anything else – Yikes!
Slightly less All-Bran, I think.
Mostly I avoid FaceArse groups, but if someone on my list – usually a local rather than a trusted Net friend – joins one of those hang’em’flog’em groups, I’ll find and join one anti- group just to provide a rejoinder. This makes absolutely no frogging difference to them at all, but it soothes my liberal middle-class long-haired do-gooder social worker conscience.
I always hit the ignore button. It’s incredibly handy. Sometimes I’m compelled to visit a group page to see what all the fuss is about. I was invited to join one called Get the Bulger Killers Off Facebook! or something similar, and so I went for a gander and was repulsed by some of the ignorant, simple-minded comments on it. These sort of groups seem to be full of holier-than-thou types, the ones who would just as quickly stick their fingers in their ears when they hear the noise of the bloke next door bashing his wife in the head. But I guess it’s ok to be vocal and ridiculously over-judgemental without knowing all the facts when you’re on Facebook.
Sorry, took the opportunity to have a rant of my own there!
By the way, if you set up a Facebook group against the abuse of people called Derek, I’ll happily join. I don’t know anybody called Derek, but I can be overly-judgemental about the people who abuse him (who presumably are most definitely scum and will never be able to pay society back for the pain they’ve put him through; let’s chase them with pitchforks, evilevilevil b*st*rds, because we have nowt else to do with our sad little lives)
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Gosh, PMT! Apologies!
the almost pornographic way that I prefer to eat Creme Eggs
You bite the top off then get your tongue inside as far as possible too?
At the mo the choc with rice crispies in is scoring about 215,008 out of ten in my house.
Yes, that’s the method!
Do you mean Toffee Crisp, or are you into making rice crispy cakes?
No, the bars of chocolate with rice crispies in. As seen in Asda [when my mother goes there]
ooo I eat Creme Eggs like that
(it’s the only way)
Since ‘NF&T’ started, I have become desensitised to chocolate. I’m horrified. This was realised when I ate the remainder of the easter egg in the cupboard, to decide that it merely tasted of fat and not much else. I was disappointed.
I still have a whole egg in the cupboard.
Other choc that may still make me go weak at the knees:
Double Deckers
Twirl
Milly for PM!
You are so, so right. Admittedly, since most of my friends are now outside HW and in the cuddly-rainbow-coloured world of meeja, I have the good fortune to be able to give most of the reactionary twerps a wide berth and the feeling’s mutual. The thing that annoys the feck out of me is the applications, and my homepage feed being cluttered up by people I haven’t spoken to for 14 years. For all its flaws, at least Friends Reunited is casual, ie you can find out what old acquaintences are up to without having to make smalltalk with them or subscribe to daily updates on their life.
Good point about FR. Plus it does have the advantage that no-one else need know who you communicate with, whereas FB means unless you tweak privacy to infinity everyone on your friends list knows who else you’re friends with.
I’d've thought the inside leg would be more popular…
You would wouldn’t you, but strangely no. Perhaps too obvious. Or no chance of hiding results.
If nasal growth is what I have to look forward to at 30, then I’m stopping at 29, thanks. Mine’s fine as it is, just fine…
Ears grow too apparently…
Old men always have massive ears and big noses. You don’t seem to see it so much on old women though (or perhaps I just have an unhealthy ‘looking at old men’ obsession so I don’t notice the women).
I used to work in Littlewoods men’s department too! I hated it and much preferred being called up to do fifteen minutes in the restaurant when they were in a pickle.
Oooh, I like your mugs (no, that’s not an innuendo…)
I was notoriously caffeine-sensitive as a child and wasn’t allowed Coke in the evenings because I’d basically be awake the whole night. I’m slightly less bad now but two shots of espresso can still make me go boiiing off the walls. Agree with you re Diet Coke – I always used to insist on normal but realising how calorific the normal version is gave me a bit of a fright.
I’d not heard of Ventricular Arrythmia – Wikipedia makes it sound scary, but th’interweb makes everything sound scary (that being why I don’t disclose my SLDs to anyone prior to meeting them in person).
That’s my trimmed down mug selection I just culled about 40. I have a chronic pretty mug habit.
The wikipedia version is kind of the Holby City version, mines much less dramatic-more Balamory. Sadly the more realistic descriptions lurk on pubmed etc. I’ve only crashed once whereas in wiki-land it appears to be an everyday occurance.
If you can allow me to have a “virtual” loo break during The Feeling, Celine Dion and the Black Eyed Peas, I’m in
You may indeed
Virtual kitchen is also available for being cool in if there’s a virtual queue for the loo.
Ooooh! Hills! I get terribly excited by views where I can’t see for at least twelve miles in any direction! I’m inspired to write a post about FlatHickTown now, which has no train station and at least eight take-aways. We have no Thomas though so it wouldn’t be a very exciting post.
Derbyshire is a very pretty part of the world (and I’ve never been there so am basing that observation purely on your video.)
Wow, that’s a really stunning view!
I’d take being stared at for that. Round here I used to get stared and bitched at for wearing tie-dye – and the views aren’t half as pretty…
There was I thinking it was just me who couldn’t do a Rubiks without cheating. I got one for Chrimbo a few years back, but a 75% done I gave up (I don’t have the patience).
19 and no makeup skills is good compared to my 29 and none…
There were certain toys which I too was not allowed; the Big Yellow Teapot was one I remember creating a fuss over (“you’ll lose all the bits”) but strangely my parents relented with me around the age of 8 and saved up all year to buy me a Commodore Plus4, and the following years were Lego-tastic.
I don’t think they ever realised that my interests lay with computers and boys toys and that I couldn’t give a rats arse about Syl-bloody-vanian Families and Sindy (never Barbie, for she was “too plastic”. Quite what they thought Sindy was I don’t know.); and even my only foray into Sindy land was Sindy on a motorbike (well, moped thing). Ho hum.
Like your mother, I think their aim was to give me educational toys, so Operation was allowed, but Buckaroo wasn’t. I had more board games than I can think of, and Scrabble was positively encouraged. It’s a wonder that I grew up with any imagination at all!
I looked at Jury Team, and found that they favour “direct democracy” – single issue mass voting by mobile phone. This to me is vapid idealism – I have no doubt that in our media environment such a thing would quickly lead to “tyranny of the majority”.
“David Cameron’s fuckbuddy”
*hits head on desk laughing*
*clicks like*
Oooh, I love it. My grandparents had a very typical 70s record player which was one of the first Pye automatic ones. Whilst not quite as lovely nor with as much of a tale as your gramophone, but also introduced me to records (albeit 60s and 70s vinyl). I still have some of the original records tucked away, but sadly Daniel O’Donnell went to pastures new – along with the Pye.
@ Lobster: I’ve just implemented a new plugin, ‘like/dislike’…
I hate Maths. Really really hate it … and yet I have to teach it. Yay! Love your new calculator, even if it is pants at making ‘rude’ words look real!
This sort of post always makes me want to start randomly stalking a random somebody’s online blog just for random kicks.
My blog is private from people I know in the non-virtual world. My name is unknown amongst people I know in the non-virtual world (to the extent that I had to get a new Flickr account because I didn’t want people I know to know KatieF, which is also why my Twitter name is different). Sometimes I wish it wasn’t, but then I would have to do a lot of password protected posts and if I do that then how can strangers in foreign lands, who don’t know me, never will know me and probably don’t want to know me, ever be able to read them?!
Sorry, ended up talking far too much about me there. Not sure why I do that!
Hehe if you want to properly disturb someone random use google blog search and type in *the* most bizarre phrase you can come up with like “bananas eating margarets arm”. It’ll link to something and then blogger will see this on their stats and forever be wondering whether there are in fact flesh eating bananas…
I’m with Ms Finger… I have the need to go and stumble upon some random blog. I kind of miss the days of Xanga where you could just do that.
Blogrings just don’t work outside of one domain, do they?!
Aw I’m so sorry to hear it!
These are tough times for us all; I really hope things look better for you soon and that I get to see you…
(would me paying half your train fare help any?)
Aw thank you. I’m going to play a bit of monetary chess and fingers crossed I should still be able to come and annoy you.
(Just got to make sure I do so to fit in with National Rail’s definition of advance)
Arse feck and many more suchwords. We have been there, and its amazing how cheaply two (plus half in your case) can eat. You could start a home veg patch (if you haven’t already)…
Think of it as one of those swearily bad testing times that we all get sent and it’s just a downhill slide until you find the upward slope again.
Ouch … those bloody fuckers.
By teen-time the damage had already been done. It’d have to go back quite a bit further than that; the best I could do is try and stop myself having lots of drinks.
Oooh, as an EastEnders buff I’m just dying to know who you met and didn’t recognise!
Nooo, I think we all need to know who it was!
I know the places you speak of, and in fact whilst not terribly rough Clifton was bad enough – but little old me survived there for a few years. I did once visit St Anns in 1999 and felt considerably spooked enough not to go back. W Bridge was where everyone wanted to live when I was in Notty, must be a south-of-the-river thing.
West Bridgeford, I mean (d’oh)
I think you mean West Bridgford (no e)
Sounds good, I’ll add it to the “must watch” pile. Which admittedly is long and never ending…
*Love* the blog title – my mum used to sing that song…
I now am positive your mum is supremely fabulous. Mackie Messer is one of my favourite songs.
D’oh again…’course I mean Bridgford (no e). Brain fails to remember small matters of dropped e’s when one hasn’t lived in Nott’m for over 10 years.
Strangely, though, it remembers the name (and postcode) of the longest street name there, which happened to be where I lived. Weird.
hehe you’re not another one who remembers all her old postcodes are you? I wish I wouldn’t they take up unnecessary space in my brain-though handy for filling in CRB form.
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Clearly, I’m not very well educated in the world of tell-ee-viz-ee-un. I just don’t use the box in my lounge that often. Shame on me.
Waaah. Bonus points for your lines there Mrs! I bow to your cut and paste commitment.
Calling it “Steps” for short is a little unfortunate…
Mmm I know, but SFTF doesn’t exactly trip off the tongue and sounds sort of as though it should be some kind of star Trek spin off.
I would have copied and pasted Zoe’s ‘I must watch more Paul Merton’ but I really couldn’t be arsed.
Ugh, video. I’m still building up to the possibility of videoblogging on GOAS. You know you want to lean towards the mighty Apple
TY for the note on website creation; I was trying desperately to avoid dreamweaver but I suspect I may not after all. I hate designing sites; it’s a laborious task I have better use of my time for – but it’s something I wanted to do (sad mare that I am).
Perhaps video may even make it onto the site…hmmm
*fingers in ears to Apple reference* Meh I know that if I want to do anything in a professional context I’ll have to get used to the rotten fruit, but until then *fingers back in ears*.
If I find something to convert ovg files I now have quicker way of doing video blogging since I’ve finally realised the thing on the bezel is a camera (in my defence this isn’t my laptop and is only on loan till the tiniest dell on the planet arrives). But all the stuff I’ve looked at won’t play with linux
I don’t blame you for avoiding dreamweaver. Were it not for your very specific requirements Illustrator or Photoshop would be my first choice, course you might be able to do those imports in CS4 versions, mine are CS3. But it rather depends if you’ve got a spare grand or two for a bit of software-especially given your forthcoming expensive period (btw yay on your venue choice-seems v.appropriate for geeky girls).
Yay, you’re back! And I have 3 months to (sort of) play with, in which any journalistic experience I can possibly lay my hands on is a definitive yes please, so I can come and see you and get that piece rolling.
Regarding alcohol, I think there’s a general age progression which goes alcopop, cider, beer, spirits, wine, whiskey. I vehemently only drink wine or spirits, after the formative years of: “Oooh, what is this brightly coloured liquid. Oooh, it tastes like washing powder flavoured with bubble gum. Oooh never mind, maybe I’ll have a couple more of them and I might forget I’m in the middle of a sexual/emotional identity crisis. Oops, I haven’t forgotten, just tripped over a kerb and snogged the son and heir of the Dumbnuts family.” Fully agree with you about beer and its relatives, it is vile.
Now I will drink just about anything, lager if it’s very cold and I’m in the mood, beer must be just the right sort (a honeyed golden ale is lovely in the middle of winter, tucked in a pub with a log fire burning), and cider on a hot summer’s day. I’d seen that Rekorderlig was in the shops but am yet to try it (so far I have been sticking to Bulmers and Magners Light – which fits in with my diet). On your recommendation I shall go and buy some.
All the above, of course, would be a scenario if I were actually in the mood for a drink, and apart from my birthday, the last seven months has seen me very rarely in such a mood (twice, I think I can count).
My spammers are the same… there are some very odd comments appearing on my site at the moment which Spam Karma is swallowing rapidly… (there’s a smutty comment in there but I just can’t be bothered). Either that or most of them seem to come up with the most random combination of words; I think that the Rowntrees people have been using spam posts on blogs as inspiration for their new Randoms adverts…
I preferred Ringo.
I am not twiddling about with any idea.
I am twiddling about with… *this comment has been automatically censored*
Glossop. Good god. 30 mins to get through it in the car, and it looked much better up the Snakepass than it did when I was travelling through it.
Having lived in Chesterfield, I’m still surprised at how little distance there is between places; it’s so well situated, with Derby, Nott’m, Sheff, Barnsley (god knows why you’d want to go there, but still), Rotherham (ditto) all within 30mins and Mancs and surroundings only 45 mins away.
Nowadays it seems to take me forever to get anywhere from MK; driving to Max’s took me just over an hour and we’re in the same sodding county! I wish I still lived in the relatively ‘close’ North…
http://custardsurgery.com/azerbaijan/?p=1449
Those are really good drawings. What software do you use for them?
Thanks.
I use Illustrator and a pen/tablet-it’s not massively different from drawing on paper-I’ve tried to turn off every ‘helpful’ service it has, so that it’s more paper&pen like.
Photoshop isn’t bad for it, but Illustrator is more natural, once you get used to it (and it is so different to any other graphics program I have that it takes proper getting used to not just flinging yourself in).
This is fabulous! I love family history (mine mostly obviously, but other people’s is fascinating too). It makes me a little sad though because I never had the opportunity to sit down with my grandparents and find out about *them* (or I did, but by the time I realised it was too late).
I love your little illustrations; they’re far better than I could do
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He contacts a psychic (Whoopi Goldberg), and together, the two set out to serve justice and stop the maniacal Carl from getting to Molly. Goldberg Landscaping
I’m assuming that the above comment, since Karma thinks so, is actually spam. But for its sheer insanity whilst actually still sort of making sense I’ve approved it. This once. (And no my Ukranian friends, this does not mean your endless lists of porn links are going to get approved anytime soon)
Thank you
I know what you mean about not realising at the time. I certainly don’t know anything past their names for my paternal grandparents, which seems very remiss on my part.
I love that comment. That’s possibly one of the best spam messages I’ve seen. I’m off to invite Goldberg Landscaping to come and see my gardens (ooer). Fab.
Having lived in Clifton I can see why your grandfather wouldn’ t have wanted to join the family there. Wise move.
Yes it’s not one of Nottingham’s finer moments is it? Though as an ex pointed out, its the one place you’ll never be short of satellite channels.
1. Brazen it out. Tis what I did when my lot found the blog. Probably not quite in the same vein, but I wasn’t going to change my online presence for anyone, so they’ve put up and shut up.
If they don’t like it, they don’t read it. It sounds so simple…
Oh dearie, is this the site I think it is?
I’m broadly with Zo on this one. I know “better out than in” isn’t always the case, but lying just ties you up in more knots.
Thanks ladies, I had a feeling that was probably the best approach.
Max-yep it’s the one you think it is.
*Very* strange that she found that! Bar lending her your comp and forget to clean the history file, or her walking past the screen at a bad moment, I can’t possibly imagine how.
Umm I know it seems very unlikely. However, her line of questioning and commentary of late has been *so* specific its the only thing I can think of…and said site does have an odd little ‘flaw’ in its calculatory abilities that I’ve noticed. And nowt as dangerous as gossipy lonely old ladies…
…shoes would be a better enticement
It’s unlikely I’d be coming in your direction much, but how about a halfway one day? Or a group match at MK, which seems to be in the middle of all of us?
Aye MK is most middlest for all (except of course Z who gets to be lazy!) Sounds a good plan one of these days. Ackcherloi Z’s venue for her wedding -Bletchley-is that open as a museum the rest of the time (providing it doesn’t lose funding)? That strikes me as the perfect place for a meeting of geeks!
I felt the pirate hat had a broader opportunity to entice. I’m told there are some jolly strange people who aren’t impressed by footwear (clearly some evolutionary hiccup, since I can’t fathom why my pretty shoes wouldn’t work as a lure but it seems they don’t always *shakes baffled head*)
I’d love to come, and to see both those films, if you were able to put me up…
*waits for Lobstery pun around ‘put me up’*
“The nearest to that level of conversational bounce was when I went to see Max in July.”
I’m well chuffed to hear this, and really happy for you for doing something you love. Go girl!
For some reason the 2 comments in this section aren’t showing up for me. Maybe my browser is being silly. Anyway…
I completely understand what you mean re not understanding certain girly rituals, I was like that for a very long time but I think as much of that is/was to do with not having enough meaningful friendships as much it is/was to do with not being “girly”. I find it easier to do superficial girly smalltalky stuff with someone so long as I know I can do the heavier stuff too. If that makes sense. (*remembers the time I did a makeover shoot with a very dear friend from university who’s a History PhD student….we were in the midst of a gaggle of 19-yr-old wannabe Jordans and she started going on about how much she loves the smell of second-hand library books…*)
Much as my Judith Butler-worshipping self tries not to pay lip service to gender stereotypes, the difference between a predominantly female office and a predominantly male one is astonishing. When I worked with mostly men, I loved the music/movie banter but longed for a bit of emotional literacy (like: instead of emailing me about a supposedly do-or-die issue when you’re sitting a foot away from me, then complaining I haven’t picked up your email, try opening your mouth and shifting your arse. Ditto for spying on my Twitter to find out whether I share your greivance with our boss. Ditto not asking how my holiday was when I come back from one). Going from that into an all-female office the other week was nothing short of terrifying….ohmygod, people actually ask how I am feeling! People actually expect me look at them rather than at the Mac screen while they’re talking to me! But ohmygod, they’re talking about shoes and not gigs!
The sex thing….it’s funny, because despite having next to none of it myself, people seem to want to talk to me a lot about their sex lives. Sometimes it gets a bit TMI but I’d far rather that than the alternative which is they clam up awakwardly and apologise for talking about it, as though sex is a relative of mine that’s just died. Apologise in general for rabbiting on about your love life, sure, but not as though I’m some special case who needs to be distracted from an esepcially-painful history. I carry that history with me every second of every day and the reality is what it is, so what you say makes not a jot of difference.
Blimmin’ eck, what a ramble. I meant to say, I really enjoyed our chat in July because it had just the right balance of fun and clever. It was mega-awesome
Beer bottles where beer bottles shouldn’t go? *gulp* Would a glass dildo do, do you reckon? I know where in Brighton sells those…
I assume that the other comments are spam and in moderation as they’re not showing either for me.
I don’t do the girltalk thing. Probably because, like you, I don’t really have anyone who I can have those sort of chats with. That would be, of course, if I actually had anything to talk about…
Glass beer bottles are just wrong in *that* sense. You should recommend that he finds that Kinga bird from Big Bro a few years back, I think she’s rather famed for that sort of thing…
Girls at work seem to confide in me about their relationships but never ask about mine (probably because it’s not as conventional as theirs and therefore should be avoided at all costs, lest I lure them into wicked ways). They are all aware that we are planning for a CP but not one of them has shown an interest in what we’re up to and what our plans are.
Yuz Zo is correct they’re in moderation. They’re pingbacks, but have sent me traffic so I’m in two minds…
It’s reassuring reading both your comments!
The glass bottle thing, apparently no the glass dildo wouldn’t do.
I honestly think part of it was a power thing, and not in a nice jolly subdom format, more in a “I’m utterly emasculated by this smart woman so I want to shaft her up the arse with a stella bottle so the bitch knows who’s boss”. But I admit I don’t like the man, so my cynicism may well be colouring my reading of the situation.
Zo-Oooh you sapphic tempter, I know those secret plans to convert all us straighties
. Seriously though I can’t imagine how a conversation about a CP is that different to a conversation about a girl/boy wedding. It’s spending lots of money and headaches over seating plans, Doesn’t matter what gender you are in-laws will cause some kind of last minute rearrangement/potential offence/sulk.
Max-I too enjoyed our chat
I think I prefer mixed workplaces for those reasons you outline, though it’s nice having people who register that other human beings have feelings and stuff I can’t survive without those anally retentive nerdy boy conversations too. Though I think there’s something to be said for working with blokes who have sisters (how one plans for this I don’t know), especially younger sisters. Since by and large they seem (mahoosive generalisation alert) to have a bit more ability with the caring and sharing and being friendly with colleagues maralky ( I read something a while ago that was saying men with younger sisters make good ‘mates’ for a similar reason). They can do the nerdy stuff and bad office jokes, but also give you a hug when the boss has been a bitch.
Oh gosh, poor you. I hope you’re ok. *hugs*
*would love to see you do that audition piece*
Woo! Go you! (totally forgot it was Blog Action Day – hence why yesterday’s post was a load of drivel along the usual lines).
Loving it
! (And not in the slightest bit worried that I may have just sounded like some geezer from London)
Mmmm, cheese. I barely eat it these days and am now salivating at the very mention of it!
I guess I’ll have a clearer picture of the situ on Friday but you don’t strike me at all as someone who has trouble understanding other people. Well, except for arseholes, who by definition enjoy making themselves difficult to understand. I know these things are not always black and white (and I’m not saying this person is an arsehole), but you’re fabulous as you are so don’t you go changing one bit.
The thing about growing into yourself as you get older is something I’ve heard many a time, from Her first of all, followed by others, and I believe it’s more or less true (albeit in my case complicated by a lifelong condition that means certain abilities will never be what they could be).
Thank you
I have no intention of changing anything about me (‘cept perhaps my thighs), but hey ho you’ll get all of this on Fri. Especially if you’re bringing vino…
You bet your arse I am!
x
See, now, this is the one good thing about being with a woman rather than with a bloke. My crystal ball skills are somewhat honed, and I can usually tell what’s up even if the individual doesn’t even seem that intent on revealing anything.
I don’t envy anyone in a relationship with a blokey, cos I just never did get them… (funny, that).
I don’t think I’ll ever get any older than about 25. I think I stopped way before that mentally, mind.
DO NOT TAUNT THE OCTOPUS.
“I feel physically nauseous at the nouns-Giddens, Durkheim, Gramsci and Functionalism.”
So do I. And I did a degree in it. Congrats on the assingnment.
Can you send me your address so I can send you a birthday card?
You’re going to have to put up some boundaries, imho. Or at least establish some ground rules for what’s appropriate and what’s not. There’s trouble for him if he gets too involved, and trouble for you if he gives you an excellent mark ["how many times did she suck his cock for that 'A'?"]
I don’t want to piss on anyone’s bonfire, but this is dodgy territory for any professional these days. Tread carefully, sweetie.
Fish is right but I think in order to establish boundaries you have to establish categorically what he feels and what he wants first. It seems pretty clear to me and everyone else that he fancies you but he may deny it when confronted, or he may admit he has feelings for you but say he doesn’t intend to act on them. Until the do or die moment you won’t know. Also, it might be wise to tread a little carefully when broaching the subject at first or else (worse case scenario) he could turn it round and accuse you of hitting on him. If I’m right in thinking your course finishes soon, your predicament may not last much longer, but I know ’soon’ can be a long time with things like this…
Hmmm…(gosh that’s helpful).
I am concerned at the level of non professionalism he’s gone to in class; and worried that as Fish says, it could turn into an issue for everyone else in the class if your marks are clearly top of the class stuff (whether or not they’re justified).
He may of course run a mile if you call his bluff and act on any lead he gives you…
I’m rather prone to my prudish monogamous ways, however, and there’s a tiny little bit in the back of my brain that says “he knows you’re married, so why is he pushing the boundaries so?” Tut.
Thank you all for your suggestions. You’re all fabulous.
I totally get the fears about it looking to others as though I get good grades because I play nice as it were, but on that score at least I feel that if the worst came to the worst I could pretty easily defend myself.
I am more worried about whether I am in fact just a symptom of something bigger. He has spoken to me about the culture of blame in the college and how management save stuff up for when you do something wrong and want to get rid. He is tremendously careful about not saying stuff in front of line managers etc. Thus this behaviour seems very out of sync with how he makes efforts to protect his job in other ways (he won’t for example feature in class videos lest he gets told off for technically giving away teaching materials). So him doing this, whatever this might be (!), seems very at odds with that. I can’t believe even in moments of great confidence, that I’m actually so fantastic that I would be the cause of an otherwise sane and sensible man behaving in a very risky fashion.
Oddly despite my whorish ways
I totally follow that line of thought Zo. He doesn’t know that I’m not in a monogamous relationship, he knows about both Ben and Ptolemy. He’s been on my Flickr so he probably knows what they look like too! Becky ventured the same question, and I don’t know the answer to that. Part of my brain rationalises it by thinking perhaps he’s non-monogamous and has ho-dar or something, but I think that’s quite tenuous.
I genuinely don’t know how to establish what he’s thinking/feeling. Though he’s quite an open personality I don’t think there’s anyway I can ask that to be honest. And he’s told me he’s a morose drunk so I’m not going down the get him to open up by getting him pished route. It may well be that it’s just a cheering up mechanism for him, that his intent goes no further than flirty friendliness, but as a nerdy bloke who pretty much lives in the lab or welded to a computer he hasn’t quite sussed the levels right. Though he’s almost 40 so you’d have thought he should’ve cracked that one.
Today there was nothing overt, but he had an observation from his line manager (a normal thing, nothing suggesting of him being watched as it were) so it’s a kind of false situation. But in thinking about the whole confronting him thing part of me feels quite sad about that. Regardless of the reasons I’ve noticed that in the past 3 weeks or so he’s been smiling lots and lots (this may be wholly unrelated to yours truly, but I’ll stick with my spurious unscientific assumption for now), and I don’t want to take that from him. I wouldn’t want to from anyone. It’s so lovely to see someone (regardless of who they are) so happy looking. I don’t want to be a happy thief.
Despite a smattering of experience, I will never understand menfolks. I thought they were always hot and cold, in and out, up and down and whatever else that dear Ms Perry chooses to sing about (when she’s not out asking girls if she can borrow their Chapstick).
I was awful at maths GCSE, and whatever persuaded me to try it at A Level soon evaporated. I salute you.
Congrats, lovely, I’m mega-chuffed for you. I trust that unlike me aged 17 you’ve put a lot more thought into your uni choices than “where has the best music scene and where did all my heroines go.” (I had 4 A Levels at grades A-B, got B-C offers from everywhere, and still managed to make an almighty hash-up of the decision process and end up taking a shitty gap year…I think we’d need another wine-fuelled evening for me to explain that particular saga).
Even most drama schools do their apps through UCAS these days as they all have accredited degree status, basically due to the fact that it gets them funding. It gets a bit farcical when they have to justify their academic status by squeezing in loads of uneccesary written coursework (apparently there’s one school where you actually get marked on the quality of your Spotlight photos!).
Gnocci = yuuuuum.
Ooh that’s interesting re the drama schools. I wonder how they get around the charging for auditions, or have they stopped that horrid habit? I love the idea of people being marked on spotlight photos!
My choices are largely predicated by travel distance. Oddly yesterday morning I had to listen to a talk from students/marketing bod of another local uni about their social life etc. I don’t think even my younger peers were that interested in it, I think the being away from a school atmosphere is part of the cure of the “I need social” thing.
Big woot for you!
Muchos hugs and wiv lots of them there happy wishes n ‘fings for the festivy season and the new year to you too my dear!.
I am thinking that I should continue the trend in this here internetland and review my decade… now I must find different ways of doing so. The pondering hat is on.
PS: to Becky: Sheffield Hallam’s crap (so Mrs Zoe-to-be says…), but I say their student union is in the old National Centre for Popular Music which wins me over every time.
oooh, and PPS: I am in awe of your gramaphone. (there’s something I don’t say very often)
I liked your video
. Thankyou for your wishes for the new year. I hope you have a great new year too, and a fantastic time at Derby, I know you will do fabulous x
A threat. That’s what you are. To the very over protective one by the sounds of it, who clearly has designs and doesn’t take well to “her man” casting his eye elsewhere.
Perish the thought that a gorgeous redhead may come along and sweep him from his feet.
Shame on you, M. Tut.
I v much doubt that he will have discussed flirting with the class, or that he has asked them to look out for him; I don’t really understand what he would stand to benefit from either of those options, in all honesty. I would suggest that there are a few jealous little beastlings out there trying to protect their interests.
Hmmm.
Brian Cant???
A childhood one…I did say inappropriate for a variety of reasons.
Well, I certainly go for most of these myself. We’ve got great taste in men!
Yum, chocolate mince pies! Never tried them, would like to!
By “Flickr blogging tool” do you mean a plugin that embeds Flickr pics into a blog? I use one of those for Yummy Mummy’s website (click the ‘images’ tab on the site, oddly enough). It was a bit of a faff at first as these things tend to be but worked really well once I got it going.
I’ll tell you one thing that really does annoy me – ever since I upgraded Firefox it’s doing this thing where the page suddenly goes blank if I navigate away from it for too long. No idea why!
They look delicious!
I can’t get my head around the point of Flickr, even though I have an account on there… so I’m sorry to say I can’t help you with this one…
Max: it’s not so much a plugin as when you’re on Flickr it has a “blog this” button and it takes you through a set up process where you put in an endpoint and then username and password. It’s the username and password it won’t accept as valid, even though I know I’m putting them in right. So I’m a bit baffled.
Zoe: hehe the point is I am teh interwebz ho’.
Thank you both they are indeed v.yummy!
Indeed we have!
Well said. I think it’s only polite to say “hey, I was reading your blog the other day” or something along those lines.
My sister still reads mine in the hope that she can dish some dirt on me to my parents; the things siblings will do…
I thought only people in America were called Dolores.
I know, but she’s the second that’s slipped through the net. The other one is dead though (sadly). Perhaps it’s a Catholic thing, I wonder if there was a St.Dolores who was especially fantastic? *Toddles off to find saints book*
EDIT: well if there was a St.Dolores she wasn’t fantastic enough to make it into the Penguin book of Saints…
You are up north!! Even when I was in Sheffield, you’d have still been ‘up north’ to me. Just the same as we, being south of Leicester, is ’south of the midlands’.
Unless you believe the bbc, in which case we could be anywhere really… east, west, north…
In relative terms yes we are northerly of you, but it’s not The North in big capitals…That’s Yorkshire/Lancashire/Northumberland etc…That was sort of my argument. But as you are from the sarf you are excused for regarding us as up North…The describer isn’t a southerner I give him no excuse.
Good luck! When it got to Dec. 31st I was hugely relieved to get through the whole of 2009 with a photo for everyday and proudly declared that I wouldn’t do it for 2010. But I am doing … it’s become a habit, even if habit has produced some highly uninteresting snapshots!
5.Found another human with monkey toes (prehensile).
This made me laugh =)
Thank you, I know I’ll need that luck to finish the year! I think I’m already at the pedestrian pictures stage, I’m hoping I might get a bit more imaginative as the year goes on.
Hehe Hi there fellow monkey girl!
How very strange. I don’t think I could’ve kept a straight face with LMJP around, she sounds like nothing short of a nightmare.
I fondly remember the walk from the station through the Broadmarsh, up to the Town Hall and through the lane off to the right to get to the Vic. The No1 used to go from just past where a Wetherspoons is now, I think, but it’s been, ooh, at least 5 or 6 years since I’ve been in Notty.
I think I’m overdue a visit back…
Yes the Number 1 did go from there…and yes you should return to Nottingham once more madame…
Keep chipper.
xxx
*big hug*. You know where we are……. xx
… Ah, Monsieur Juan. Top bloke (used to work with him actually so can say he’s more than an internet matey). Geek to the very core.
Your Trendy Static doesn’t work (the URLs have decided to take it upon themselves to chop bits out).
I have no standards (allegedly!), so you’re at least one up on the scale from me.
Thanks for that I have switched it off till I can be bothered to mess about with it. Cheers me dear.
You rock, Mrs. That is all
Like old bags of salad and Friends Reunited, I find visitor logs are best left well alone.
It’s not causing me concern though, just bemusement! It’s like owning a book for ages and then all of a sudden several different people start asking to borrow it, you’d be curious as to why surely?
And they may not be perfect but I’d rather have the info in my logs. Especially given my recent visitor (who still hasn’t outed themselves) who searched for JNBT by his real full name, and me and B similarly (and ended up on B’s site). Thus either knows me personally, or knows of me. I’d rather know that someone is skulking around looking for information on me et al, even if I don’t know who they are.
I’m sorry to hear it; it all sounds very sad. I should’ve grasped more directly when you were talking about all this the other day that there was a real person at the heart of your concerns. As I said at the time I’m not big on eating disorders (as in know very little about them and don’t know any affected people that I’m aware of) but what I would say is that there are probably self-help placces she can go for that which don’t involve referral from a GP, if that would help at all.
Re ‘comparing’ mothers. Oh boy do I know one of those. Spent years repeatedly berating her younger daughter for being un-academic while she was stood in front of her. Of course, now that she travels the world and works as a chalet girl during ski seasons, we get to hear all about how well Sophie’s doing, what a lovely girl she is and how many rich friends she’s made. (Yes dear, we all knew your daughter wasn’t thick and useless, it was *you* that needed convincing…).
I was the same with worshipping schoolteachers (the ones that were nice anyway). Though I always had a bit of a guilt complex when presented with any evidence that they were actually human (ie that they had friends/families/personal crises/sex/bowel movements/musical tastes); it felt a bit taboo somehow…
PS: Totally see your point re the dilemma of widening DSM criteria. The critical thing is how to balance important awareness raising with widening the diagnostic criteria to a point where it becomes meaningless (terms like ‘bipolar’ and ‘autistic’ are now routinely used in some middle-class circles as lazy descriptors for someone whose moods are a bit changeable or someone who doesn’t like parties, which is quite annoying).
There was an architecture competition, promoted by the Centre of Attention, to reenvisage the Sutton Scarsdale Hall – you can have a look at our proposal on the kwy site.
I believe they will post some of the entries on their website sometime this month – and you may find some of your pictures made their way into the proposals…
Ah thank you! That explains it.
I have absolutely nothing to add, apart from to say two things: reading that made me ache for your friend, and that it has taught me that there are people out there far worse off than me.
Thank you both…xx
Max-I was talking both abstractly too but she was in amongst my thoughts on the issue. I’ve tried to get her to go to self-help groups and things of that type afore and so far have not been successful, but I still nurture a hope that one day…
Zoe-It’s all relative though isn’t it? We’re all (mostly) in a better place than someone at some point, and all at a worse place at somepoint.
I got stuck/lost at the books about wittering.
There’s hope for me yet, then, in terms of the possibility of becoming published…
My own interest in this matter was piqued by a mention of Scarsdale Hall in Philip Zeigler’s biography of one of England’s grandest eccentrics, namely Sir Osbert Sitwell. How sad that Scarsdale hall was destroyed by a group of vandalistic BUSINESSMEN. At least Reinshaw and Montegufoni, the two other Sitwell citadels, are still intact and inhabited.
It says there’s one comment on this post but I can’t see it. Am I mad or has this happened before? (I think the latter, from memory…)
You’re not mad chucken…its a pingback, which I’ve not approved or disapproved yet because I’m undecided!
Did you find out what the pipe covering was called? I need some for the pipes in the loft……
Nope, not yet…my mum thinks they’re polystyrene foam though. I am just going to end up looking a numpty come next week going into the ginormous B&Q.
Pylons???
After all this time you hadn’t realised how much of a geek I am?! They’re great feats of engineering I’m much impressed by them.
“X” is reserved for those, like you, I’ve had some emotional intimacy with – frank online exchanges included. I’m more prone to using mild honourisms willy-nilly – everyone is a “sweetie”, which makes me only a decade and a half out of date. I tend to reserve “gorgeous” for the people I really like.
After reading this, I actually feel I could kiss you.
(note: I’m joking, I should probably point out, given that my teenage reputation as a bisexual crazything who fancies anyone that’s overly nice to me precedes me).
Ahem. No, really, insincere email/text-kissage it is one of my BIGGEST pet peeves. Triply so if it involves press releases and PRs. And you’re right, it is a girl-thing, I know virtually no men who do this, even the ones who’ve been memorably affectionate and/or expressed a wish to eff me blind. As a rule of thumb, if I don’t know them, no x. Similarly so if I do know them but wouldn’t be unduly upset if I never saw them again. It’s not coldness, it’s just a reaction against insincerity. Mind if I steal your “kiss chart” and use it for an article?
I love maps. I can spend hours just on Google Earth – not for the photographs, just for the streetmaps.
Believe it or not, my esteemed employers bar me from commenting on or providing any indication as to my political leanings. Just in case, one supposes, the ones I detest most are elected come 7th May…
I’ve had no canvassers around me at all and I’m very disappointed; the Stonewall ‘list of questions to ask your candidates’ is in my coat pocket by the front door…
I well remember that paragraph on all the stuff the man makes everyone sign*. So I totally understand. And too am disappointed by the lack of canvassers.
*Mind you I also recall the one I signed saying I wasn’t supposed to fraternise with citizens of China, Russia, former soviet states or Cuba. and at said time I was fraternising with at least one person from each of those (but if they were spies they picked on the wrong person unless they were spies who needed directions to mental health units in south London.)
*clicks like*
Oooh, Cake. I have this
http://open.spotify.com/track/01CkaSVgOriSgI1btOIipr
somewhere on vinyl, probably buried in the loft.
Haven’t heard Cake in eons.
Hurrah for fuckingawesomeness
I enjoyed the Cake – with Wine. I guess this comes of having Lucid Lynx on my desktop….
Thanks
Pah. He’s just being a bloke. Which is, I realise, absolutely no fecking help at all….
Adding -age to words (bloggage, for example)
Nom (blame LOLcats)
We also use electrickery in the GOAS house (bonus points for us too
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Extension of a word with childlike additions (such as lotterywottery)
Adding -ed onto words too (similar to eated, I guess), to provide past participle. Works well with nom too
Crikey, there’s so many I can’t think….
We’ll still be here when you’re ready to return. Have a big virtual hug in the meantime *hug*
Thank you for remembering me….and I am still very much alive. I have linked to you on youtube as catman2007. Seen lots of your pix on flickr including Matlock, London and Edinburgh. You get around a bit! But please let me know who you are!
Having been retired for 13 years, I have more time for my interests, mainly long distance walking and theatre going.
I found you by searching on http://www.webmii.com , an interesting site that finds details of anyone on the internet.
It looks as if you have an interest in Maths or numbers, from entries on this site. Is that my fault?
Do get in touch please.
xxx
*big hug*
xxx – talk if you need