Done
If you’re in the UK and you’ve not voted yet, go now. Put a lil’ X in a box. Offer yourself an incentive if necessary, if not having had a say in who runs your world doesn’t encourage you, try cake.
Kitten, you're currently eyeballing the Intrigue category.
Educational Value
On a whim, and mostly because it was only £3.99* in my local Smiths I bought the TV Cream Toys book today. It’s essentially a catalogue of toys mostly from the mid sixties to the early eighties. The front bit has a collection of quotes from Richard Herring, Charlie Brooker, Al Murray, Harry Hill and some bloke called Ally Ross(I only know he’s a he because I googled him). Mostly complaining about how they didn’t get (m)any of the toys featured in the book, and I find myself in a similar position.
Posted 1 year, 1 month ago at 4:56 pm. 1 comment
Request denied
You may have noticed that I’m quite a fan of this social networking malarky. Well the virtual type anyway. (Given that my best friend and I managed a drink in February I’m clearly not so hot at the real life version.)
Despite the false friendliness of it all I do enjoy twitting and facebooking. Even if, of late, the main function of facebook for me is to compile endless lists of five things.
I don’t enjoy the “join this group to save children/whales/the planet and if you don’t you are horrid” aspect of it though. To begin with I had no problem with joining a couple of pages or applications for encouraging people to donate to saving something or other. But now my goup requests list is getting stupid. And properly fucking annoying.
Posted 1 year, 2 months ago at 8:16 am. 4 comments
I need to know…
Hola!
I need some input so have a quick poll for you. I really really would appreciate feedback as the answers will probably determine what technical jiggery pokery I utilise, and I know some regular readers have some ‘issues’ with particular software so I need to know what isn’t going to totally piss you all off (regular and non-regular). Please do answer.
Posted 1 year, 3 months ago at 7:51 pm. 5 comments
I’ll shake my peaches and cream
Finally I have a legitimate reason for the tartan skirt and long white socks*, I’m off to school once again. Well college. Actual school would be a bit odd. I had few cultural references in common with people who actually were my age.
So anyways off to be educated once more, I had my second interview today and providing I can find all my GCSE certificates* I will be starting in September. Awooga.
Posted 1 year, 3 months ago at 6:33 pm. 2 comments
Moimoi
Inspired by someone else’s meme-ing (which has now vanished so I won’t link just incase there’s a specific reason she’s deleted). I toddled over to Sunday Stealing and stole an older one.
Posted 1 year, 3 months ago at 10:51 am. 2 comments
I’m the Devil. Now kindly undo these straps.
Photograph of Exorcist steps by *Photography by Chris* on Flickr.
Still feeling suspiciously like MASH here. Small person opted for the exorcist variant of whatever it is that ails me, and so Sunday evening involved a trip to the local hospital.
Though there are a lot of things about the reorganisation of the NHS that I’m not tremendously struck on I did like that the PCT lady, who called back after calling NHS Direct, was able to book us in there before we got there. Essentially it was telephone triaging. I know there are many things that such a system wouldn’t work for, but for this it was particularly good. Especially given that toddlers are not known for being overwhelmingly patient patients (though to be fair nor are most adults).
I’m less impressed by the definition of emergency pharmacies about these parts though. Apparently Sunday after 2pm doesn’t exist. Hmm.
Luckily my regular Friday visit was cancelled by the other party, in lieu of a dental appointment, which is fair enough given the last time that I cancelled a dentist appointment I got taken off their books (I was ill, I was not impressed). I’ve had to cancel this for this week in person, because though not quite exorcist level I am showing distinct signs of following π’s lead in the vileness stakes.
Posted 1 year, 4 months ago at 7:58 pm. 3 comments
1:4
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.
Posted 1 year, 5 months ago at 9:52 pm. 2 comments
You Are What You Wear Part 3: It’s all about you…
So we’ve done, what I wear. Now it’s your turn. All two of you so far, but anyone can join in this one at anytime….
The two joinees so far are both male, which does seem to make a difference, in that there isn’t a great deal of difference. I don’t think this is because men are less interested in what they wear per se, just that the choice of men’s clothing is frankly limited. Especially in the West. Yes you can have a wardrobe of forty odd different t-shirt designs, ten completely dissimilar shirts and trousers in every fabric going. Basically though it’s the same three items of clothing. I imagine that a large part of this is down to socially acceptable, it being the case that even on avant garde catwalks the sight of men in a frock is still considered daring. And not just in the Daily Mail.
A while ago I was half watching something on television and someone commented that the human world is different to animals and birds, as in the animal kingdom it is the males that make the effort, whereas for humans it is opposite. It hasn’t always been the case, and certainly in some non-Western cultures male dress continues to be highly impressive. In Western Europe male extravagance in dress was common and regarded a symbol of status. Continue Reading…
Posted 1 year, 6 months ago at 8:07 pm. Add a comment
You Are What You Wear Part 2: The Me Edition
So as promised (or threatened depending on your perspective) this is what I wear.
A couple of comments to begin.
Firstly my head isn’t in any of them, the photographer of the first two (my mother) just about blinded me with the flash and I looked as though I had spent all night at Rock City. In the last photo it is because B appears to be more interested in my shoes. They’re good shoes though, so fair play.
Secondly I realised afterwards that three typical outfits is nigh on impossible for me. Ain’t hindsight a wonderful thing? They’re photos from three days this week, and I tend to be from the variety is the spice of life camp. There are some commonalities though, mentioned below, so they’re not totally non cohesive.
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