“I don’t think there’s a punch-line scheduled, is there?”
In these immense gaps between posts, which are mostly borne out of it being a complete pain in the bum to type a wordpress post on a teeny tiny laptop, I’ve had to entertain myself otherwise.
Kitten, you're currently eyeballing the Gadabout category.
Locally…
Tory gain. Infact most of the naffing county is a rather alarming shade of blue. However, national stuff aside in this ward and those nearby it is fairly easy to understand why an angry socialist area is looking like Cameron’s fuckbuddy.
Posted 1 year, 1 month ago at 3:04 pm. 1 comment
Look at us lately and tell them who’s your lady
I’m not a foreigner to whinging and whining (you might have noticed), especially about the inconveniences of my location. Though where I live is not as small as say Mr Fish it’s lots smaller than where others amongst my regular readers live/work; its also about 3% of the population of my previous home.* My whinges are generally divided into three groups:
Posted 1 year, 2 months ago at 11:58 pm. 2 comments
Xenoglossy
Despite the fact that in English it is regarded as fairly tricky to get me to shut the feck up I am not linguistically blessed. I can handle attempting to get essential information from the written word from important things like “you will die if you set foot on this beach” signs, to really important things such as German ebay adverts. Anything aural or oral is beyond my capabilities. It’s not that I haven’t tried. Really I have, I envy polyglots but honestly the current results suggest the only kind of poly- I could manage is polyandry…
Posted 1 year, 2 months ago at 10:23 pm. 3 comments
Me not by me
A couple of weeks ago I had a very fun photo session with Photography student Helen Lambert, she’s currently living up here but from September will be at uni in the leafy suburbs* of London.
Below are a couple of the photos, for those who don’t want (or care) to know what I look like, look away now.
Posted 1 year, 3 months ago at 5:08 pm. 4 comments
Home Again
So we went sarf. To the mouth of the port, well almost. To a small island off the mouth, where nothing bigger than a ferry docks. Which is probably a bit of a let down if ships are your thang.
The video is ‘There and Back: the highlights’ (or lowlights depending on your view). It might seem a bit odd to go all that way and show some motorways, but on proportion more awake time was spent on a road than anywhere else, so it seems right.
Points for anyone able to name all the background soundtrack…
[cincopa 6s 10472848]
Posted 1 year, 4 months ago at 9:19 pm. 2 comments
Irrational Numbers
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
“Impatience is the mark of independence, not of bondage”
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.
Posted 1 year, 5 months ago at 8:34 pm. 1 comment
Varied are the ideas of what constitutes “success” *
This is Sutton Scarsdale Hall. Or rather this is what’s left of it.
Number of photos on this page reduced because my server was crying… So these are on Flickr as are the rest of the set, all 79 of ‘em, here in my Flickr set.
