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It's That Time of the Year

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I've spent what's been the first week of Spring, in bed.

I would like to say that RDJ was shackled there and he's now a ghost of himself (and many other smutty innuendos), but I'd be lying. I've had the strangest bout of The Lurgy ever. My throat felt like I swallowed razor blades for a couple of days, but I felt as if I've been beaten up. My joints and skin ache to the point where I've been downing the painkillers just so I could lie down. Gee came over yesterday to 'look at me', she said I look awful. It's good to have one's ego massaged every now and then. All my weekend's social arrangements have been postponed. I made it out the house today and I'm knackered and sore.

The good thing is I've been able to use the time to decide what I'll grow in the garden over the summer. I have no doubt I'll will find loads and loads of pretties in Nottcutts to bring home and enjoy. Indeed, I feel I'll indulge in another season o…

World Book Night Part II

Well, Ladies and Gentlemen my first attempt at a blog competition was not a rousing success. Actually, that's totally fine. Because thanks to my A Nony Mouse friend, I now have more books to give away. She spotted my cheeky attempt to spread the word and offered more books for me to pass on to my readers.

Princess (who won by majority votes) will get her copy as is her royal right. I've set aside copies for XL, Mago and Cyberpete.

So people, I've got another 2 copies looking for a new home/country.

First come, first served lovelies.

World Book Night

Ladies and Gentlemen, you're going to have to start voting. I had loads of fun with all the different songs you came up with Rain in the title. I knew quite a few, but I listened to some great new ones. It's just been so much fun.

World Book Night is a project to give away 40,000 copies of 25 titles of books. It kicked off on the 5th of March. The idea is to read the book and then to leave it in a public place for the next person to come along and read it, or to give it away to friends, family or work colleagues. Each book has an identification number in the back. You register on the website when you've got your book and encourage the person you give the book to, to do the same and keep the chain going.

Now, this project is based in the UK and Ireland, but people, let's be a little bit exciting here. You my blog readers are from all over the globe. 'World' in my reality means the Earth. Therefore, I'm being really cheeky here.

I'm not going to accept any …

Song Titles - Rain

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I'm grumpy. It's grey and cold outside. I fancy a bit of a pick-me-up that won't involve feeling rotten tomorrow morning.

So go on then, let's see how many different song titles with Rain, you can remember. Rules are: one song per comment. And each comment has to have a different song. I'm sure you can manage to follow those *looks pointedly at Cyberpete* Love to have YouTube links if you can get them to behave.

Happy Tuesday people.

Right to Whinge

So I was standing in line at a bank, waiting to put some cheques in. One of the practitioners asked me if I'd do his banking during my lunch hour. Seeing as RDJ wouldn't make our lunch date, what the hell, I went to his bank and waited.

Before me was an elderly lady who'd clearly forgotten the meaning of hair brush and remembered that rouge goes on in heavy, pink circles. Behind me was another who would have given Vogue a run for their money as far as classy and fashionable is concerned.

The lady in front clacked her dentures together in disgust. She'd been waiting a whole 2 minutes and had patently had enough. She tried to incite me to join the revolution.

I declined on the grounds that I bet people in Japan were wishing for the opportunity to be queuing in a bank for a couple of minutes without fear of the earth or sea or nuclear disaster.

The lady behind me nodded sagely. For her, it was the thought of the poor children. For me, it's been the thought of the WWII s…

Go-Go-Go

The title describes my last 3 days. I'm exhausted. I've never been so grateful to get to Sunday evening and looking forward to Monday.

Friday
Swimming with Bea. We had to meet a bit earlier because I was due to go to the dentist. That was the theory. The reality was: my internal speed was set to 'slow' and I had to text her to say yet again, I was going to be late.

We got to the swimming pool and it was filled with vintage swimmers and the pool was cold. Now, don't get me wrong, I have nothing against vintage swimmers apart from the fact that they were twice my age and swimming twice as fast as I could manage.  Bea and I agreed we'd do 10 lengths and head for coffee and cake.

I then had to make a dash for the dentist. He's very pleased with the orthodontal work. Nine months has passed and I've probably got another 10 months to go. I can't wait. When the brackets come off I'm treating myself to a thorough clean and a whitening session. Yes, I will ha…

Got Ma New Boots On

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Tuesday lunchtime, I belted into the City. I treated myself to some MAC goodies. On the way back to the alternative health care practice, I knew I was running out of time but I still called into House of Fraser in the Chapelfield Mall. Over the weekend, I had a vague look for some black, knee length boots, but nothing really grabbed hold of me.

As they say in Trinidad, 'who tell me do dat?'

I was served by the friendliest shop girl ever. She showed me these:

Well, what can I say? They fit fantastically well. And they look....AWESOME. These Ladies and Gentlemen are taxi shoes. No walking anywhere in these. The best bit? Darlings, these boots were a bargain. End of Season Sale, I had £50 off them. Of course I had to buy them. No question about it.

So, while I was there, I thought I really ought to look at some brown boots while I'm at it. I don't want to keep wearing my walking boots. Cyberpete is a bad influence on me. No more ugly shoes for me. And then I saw these:


Again, …

MCW - Best Movie shot in Scotland

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This is not an accurate historical tale. There are some real bloopers in here (including the myriad of Scottish accents from all over Scotland, when they were all supposed to be from the same village), but it does not detract from the fact it's a good tale, well told.

Yes, it's been Hollywooded. But I can live with that.

Enjoy.

And Happy MCW

Song Titles

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For a bit of a laugh (as they say over here, in this part of the world), I thought I would challenge the breadth of your musical knowledge.

How many songs do you know with Jump in the title?

To kick things off, I'm putting this one out here. You can blame the lovely Savannah for reminding me what a completely awesome track this is, and how impossible it is to listen to it without bouncing along.



One song title per comment, no repeats. It would be outstanding if you can do YouTube links.

Come on, how else are you gonna spend Monday?

Comment from Anonymous

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Why American men should boycott American women

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I am an American man, and I have decided to boycott American women. In a nutshell, American women are the most likely to cheat on you, to divorce you, to get fat, to steal half of your money in the divorce courts, don’t know how to cook or clean, don’t want to have children, etc. Therefore, what intelligent man would want to get involved with American women?


American women are generally immature, selfish, extremely arrogant and self-centered, mentally unstable, irresponsible, and highly unchaste. The behavior of most American women is utterly disgusting, to say the least.


This blog is my attempt to explain why I feel American women are inferior to foreign women (non-American women), and why American men should boycott American women, and date/marry only foreign (non-American) women.


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MCW Best Political Thriller

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For me, it is Syriana. George Clooney is stunning and by gaining the pounds and facial hair, I was finally able to see what the fuss was all about. The man can really act.

No, this isn't a movie I'll watch again. It's too hard. It requires no imagination, no suspension of belief. Instead it acts as a mirror.

This is what the world has been like.