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[Oct. 11th, 2008|04:11 pm] |
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I just went to the knitting and stitching show at Ally Pally and oh my feet.
I walked in the main entrance and there was Pierre and Zebedee, my hyberbolic crochet pieces right in the centre front of the huge hyperbolic reef display! How exciting!
I spent a while learning to crochet medalions with the uk handknitting volunteers. I also had a little chat with Elinor Kapp, author of Rigmaroles and Ragamuffins which was very exciting. She signed a copy of her book for me and we discussed sheep's legpit hair. Squee!
The graduate work was phenomenal, inspiring and innovative as ever, the established artists just showed their new work which is just like their old work, but I guess that's what artists do.
I picked up a few balls of Scandinavian yarn which says gratis monster on the side with a web address. Sadly this turns out to be Swedish for free patterns, rather than the best offer I've ever had.
I also got some colinette firecracker in the brightest neon pink I've ever seen a yarn in my entire life.
At one point, a woman in the crowd suddenly announced that she was feeling faint and demanded smelling salts and was cross that nobody had any.
I saw someone famous on the tube home, but I can't think who it was or how to find out and it's driving me bonkers. |
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[Oct. 8th, 2008|03:45 pm] |
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Potential new Olympic sports;
Looking for things you thought were in your bag but aren’t
Fat Quarters
Writhing
Shoe hoarding
Paranoia
Hiding in mouse cartons
Chef racing |
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[Oct. 5th, 2008|01:19 pm] |
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So I was just passing a few comments about wedding dress shopping with ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) kittyalex and googlemail decides to give me a whole long list of adverts for:
"Moustaches R Us - www.MoustachesRUs.co.uk - Buy 12 Moustaches for £6 Delivered! 24 Hour First Class Post Guaranteed"
So there you go, brides to be on my f-list - this is what the internet thinks you should be wearing on your big day. |
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[Sep. 30th, 2008|09:12 am] |
Poll #1269609 Name my spider!
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: AllI have a new plastic spider on my desk. What shall I name it? |
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[Sep. 28th, 2008|08:35 pm] |
Our internet connection has been very poor today. It took most of the day to listen to The News Quiz in three minute bursts every half hour or so.
I was considering giving up on posting all together and just yelling what I have to say.
This weekend has been about mash. I gave up on mushrooms and gave the nearly full punnet to a mushroom-eating freak.
Yesterday I tried some mash. It was ok. I only gagged once, but I did swap half of it for some of Mr Weasel's chips. It was mustard mash, soaked in gravy. I don't like gravy either, but somehow, mash and gravy work - two terrible things coming together to form one almost acceptable thing.
Spurred on by being able to swallow some mash, I've gone mash crazy. I have a new masher and this evening I've cooked lamb casserole with rosmary, parsnip and mash. Only without the lamb which I don't eat. And no rosemary. And we didn't have any parsnips.
Basically, I've cooked a big dish full of everything that we had half of in the fridge. And mashed up some sweet potato with carrots and spooned it on the top. It's growling away in the oven right now, as only a hearty dish like that can.
Gosh, just thinking about it makes me want to knit stout aran mittens on a moor. I managed to start another three knitting projects today, so that will have to do.
I've also baked a honey & orange cake to go with it. If this all sounds rather impressive, none of it's out of the oven yet - there's still time for a visit to A&E.
I rather wish I'd bought the amazing masher in Peter Jones now, the one that detained me and we flirted for nearly 15 minutes, but I walked away because I wasn't ready to commit. |
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[Sep. 26th, 2008|12:04 pm] |
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Wow! How exciting are pencils?
We’re all very excited about pencils here, especially the Cumbrian Pencil Museum - has anyone been? Does anyone live nearby and could go there for me and convey that excitement back to LJ?
Wiki has interesting things to say about pencils.
A good pencil is one of the most satisfying things in the world. And a scratchy one is miserable, as is being unable to find a pencil sharpener. Pencils with erasers that don’t erase can lead to years of misery.
Things written in pencil are so ephemeral, thoughts passing through, not designed to be preserved or kept. A good pencil makes a wonderful sound on the paper. Writing with a soft pencil on greaseproof paper is one of the greatest experiences one can have.
New stationary is the best thing about a new school term.
When I was 4, the best thing about school was the big old fashioned metal pencil sharpener on the teacher’s desk. It was like a massive electric meat grinder and the prospect of using that was enough to motivate an entire class to write and draw and use up their pencils as fast as possible. Then you could go up there, stick your pencil in and feel the vibrating hum as it magically transformed the mangy stump into a clean new point.
Sharpening Kohl pencils is very difficult and messy. Well I think it is, It’s a recipe for make-up bag grot. Sharpening a pencil where the point has gone wonky and returning it to it’s natural shape is a satisfying art. Sharpening pencils that aren’t round is thrilling.
I love how pencils don’t really belong to anyone. They’re nomadic. Most people have an unintentional collection of pencils which makes those collections far more exciting than a deliberate collection.
Nobody ever finished a pencil or threw one away and they keep making them, yet we’re not wading through them in the streets. I don’t really understand that.
Some people use pencils in their jobs, like builders who hang their ears from them, like tapestries on a wall. And way back when I was very young, I used to record the arrival of a new periodical in the library with a sharp pencil in a big ledger book made from smelly old leather.
I want to take photos of my pencils now. |
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[Sep. 25th, 2008|11:01 am] |
Oh dear, mushrooms.
I made a video of myself trying a mushroom last night but I didn’t blog it because I only filmed the first bit where I put the mushroom in my mouth and chewed it a bit and nothing happened. It was boring.
Then I turned the camera off.
Then I got the boggy aftertaste and I chewed and chewed but couldn’t get it down bleugh and gag. And bleugh. And gag. And bleugh.
Also I really struggled to peel the mushroom – I’ve seen my mum peel them – Are they peelable?
My baked butternut squash with rice and tomatoes turned out to be very bland. Shame we’re having the left over rice and tomatoes for lunch really.
I’m going to try cooking a mushroom tonight. *sigh* I think I might have to try the 21 times thing, where you try something 21 times and get used to it. I might even swallow a bit.
Is it true that it's possible to travel by sea-slug from London to Northhamptonshire? |
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[Sep. 24th, 2008|05:34 pm] |
Ha! I clapped the little fly to death and cried “don’t mess with me, fooooool!” and now I’m happy. Only I think he has a friend. Or I do actually have something in my eye as well.
I’ve no idea how something so small can contain so much bleugh, It went off like a haggis bomb. People who are not as cold hearted as me might like to know that I’ve been taken to task for murdering this little fly and I do feel bad.
Tonight I’m going to bake an entire butternut squash. Oh dear. I’m also going to attempt to eat a mushroom. Mr Weasel is quite happy for me to attempt to overcome my disgust of celery because he likes it, but doesn’t want me to learn to accept mushrooms because he also hates them. What do I do? Mushrooms seem like far less of a horrid thing than celery. |
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[Sep. 22nd, 2008|08:45 pm] |
For reasons unknown, I've renewed my obsession with Puzzle Pirates. Probably because I don't have anything good, like tetris or frac or anything on my computer now.
Can one safely download tetris and things from the internets? What's a good site for downloading monotonous games? |
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[Sep. 19th, 2008|07:26 pm] |
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Mummy Weasel and I went down to see the sea today. We went to all the charity shops and had a lovely lunch in Hove, then sat on the beach in the sun the rest of the time.
On the train home, we saw what appeared to be a big plump white hen painted on the side of a building in central Croydon. I hope it was a big plump white hen.
This is a frightening knitting pattern. |
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[Sep. 18th, 2008|04:08 pm] |
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I've just had a visit from the police!
Policeman 1 asked if this was 42 Queen Court, I said no, not at all, it's a completely different number and street and I've never heard of Queen Court. Policeman 2 said "We've come to completely the wrong address, haven't we?" and then they went away again. |
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[Sep. 18th, 2008|12:52 pm] |
Totally my favourite thing about yesterday was that we arrived in Greenwich and Mr Weasel bought a book from a discount bookshop.
They put the book in a carrier bag with a big picture of Paddington Bear and "I've visited the Paddington Bear Shop at Paddington Station" on it. And he had to carry that around all day! So cute! |
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| Pottering |
[Sep. 17th, 2008|07:45 pm] |
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Monday
I went to see Living Together at The Old Vic which was very good. 9.75/10
It was a little short and because 5 of the cast were absolutely brilliant, Jessica Stephenson Hynes rather stood out as the weakest actor, even though she was good by any other standards. Stephen Mangan wore orange socks and was lovely.
There was a hardcore gathering of his squeeing fanclub in, including a girl in a box who swooned when he took his bow in her direction. People should swoon more, it's entertaining.
The play contained lots of references to knitting and librarianship which was nice. Kevin Spacey was there, air kissing grand women made from just bones, hairspray and channel suits.
While I was queuing for the ladies, a girl rushed up to another woman in the queue and congratulated her on her new nose. On my way out, another woman congratulated her on the nose and said "Oh, that's so much better! Golly!"
Tuesday
I decided to go and see the Fashion Vs Sport exhibition at the V&A which was overpriced for one tiny room of boring clothes and generally rather disapointing. Mind you, this exhibition isn't really aimed at me so I'll get over it. I should have waited a week - The Cold War Modern Design exhibition starts soon and looks great.
I forgot that London Fashion Week has taken over the Natural History Museum and most of South Ken, I was the only woman for a mile between the ages of 20 and 40 who could walk in her shoes.
I pottered about in Kensington and Belgravia for a while, walking back to the station and avoiding the tube. It's so posh round there that I was excited that I nearly got run over by a chimney sweep.
There's a dinosaur built from coat hangers in the window of Harvey Nichols. Someone has put photos of them here.
I popped into Patricia Roberts Knitting shop, which I've tried and failed to find three times so far. It does exist and it has very expensive, luxurious yarns and hand knits. The hand knits were priced £££! The yarns were not priced, so I scarpered. All very beautiful. Num num num.
Wednesday
Today, Mr Weasel took me to Greenwich to see the universe. We went to the new planetariam and saw a dreamy, epic film about stars.
Then we went round the Old Royal Observatory, which is beautiful and free and many of their clocks are broken and wrong, but it's all lovely. I learned that the universe is amazing and we're all going to die in a big exploding cloud of burning gas and space is cool.
I thought if I stood with one foot either side of the meridian line I'd feel the pull, but I didn't. There was a big round thing that proved that people from Australasia are in the future compared with the rest of us. There was also a wiggly line machine - move the dial, and the wiggly line microwaves the sun. It's not just any sun, it's an hoak-oakhum intergalactic ready meal.
Then we got a boat to Waterloo and it was cold and choppy and windy and lovely - I turned my head so the wind blew all the way through it.
We ended up at PingPong which yes! Is brilliant, and everyone who's ever recommended it is right to have done so. Their baked beetroot puff and baked beef puff are two of the greatest things I have ever eaten. |
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[Sep. 14th, 2008|08:57 pm] |
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Today brought culinary revelation after revelation. I made a fruit compote, which has nothing to do with that chap from Last Of The Summer Wine and was actually rather nice - apricots and bananas cooked in orange juice with cinnamon.
First course was Thai Chicken with noodles, only without the noodles because I forgot. Still, there was plenty of beanstalks instead. That’s three successful dishes in one weekend, and I didn’t kill Mr W once, not even a little bit.
What I’ve learned from this is that WeightWatchers recipes are brilliant! They taste amazing, like food you’d want from a nice restaurant, and even I can’t break them. I’ve gathered all the recipes from my magazines into a folder and made notes on the ones I made so far, so I know what worked and what didn’t.
This cooking is all so new and exciting - I did wonder if I’d been replaced with an alien repilcant so I decided to start three new knitting projects I have no intention of finishing to prove it’s me.
I’m glad it did all work out because it’s Mr Weasel’s birthday today. We celebrated by blowing up a ceiling light fitting and going to B&Q to be terse. |
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[Sep. 13th, 2008|04:37 pm] |
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Hurrah hurrah hurrah hurrah!
I have a week off work and plan to spend it completely de-stressing and having some fun. I'm going to see some friends and some days out with Mr W and also a trip with my mum.
I'm also going to do lots of pottering things at home. I understand there's some new-fangled thing called cooking - instead of just eating chocolate, carrot sticks, bananas and tinned peaches, I'm going to spend hours creating some inedible abominations just to make it very clear that I shouldn't be allowed in the kitchen.
I've picked two meals and been to the supermarket with a list. Most of the ingredients are fairly straightforward - I understand spinach, potato, curry powder - but there's a few things that puzzle me - what is Thai Fish Sauce? I walked miles to the big Sainsburys and even they didn't have it and to be honest, I was rather relieved. It doesn't sound like an ingredient most people would want in a veggie curry, and I only need a tsp(?) full anyway so can I do without it?
I'm also wondering if I should try and overcome my horror of mash and mushrooms - they seem like fairly normal healthy foods that I should consider eating. I think I've only ever had mushrooms deep fried in some sort of grease - perhaps they can be light and crunchy?
Since miss_newham helped me find out that there's more than two fruits, I now eat lots of different fruit, so perhaps it's time to try eating more than three vegetables? |
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[Sep. 3rd, 2008|09:36 pm] |
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We're going to open a restaurant called tURBN. tURBN is edgy and modern. tURBN is a creative play on urban and turbine, because the main feature of this restaurant is that the food will be thrown into a wind tunnel and the customers will be sitting at the other end in plastic macs with their mouths open. It will be eat as much as you can.
This idea was inspired by the meal we had this evening. |
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[Aug. 31st, 2008|03:37 pm] |
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Yay my brother!
He's just helped me painlessly sort out my wardrobe with his logic and reason.
I now have 5 huge bags of clothes I don't wear ready to find new homes. There's some nice posh velvety things in the bags and some hand knits that are not at all the same shape and size that I am and never were.
Oh and a bin bag of things that are just so horrible I can't believe I didn't throw them away 5 years ago when they actually wore out. For decades I have been hoarding old holey socks that don't belong to me, FFS!
Not only that, but I now know what I need (and what I don't need) and that I shouldn't shop in Monsoon because I've never worn any of the things I've ever bought in there. That's rather a revelation because I aspire to shop there, and generally walk on past the door because I don't want to see something I like and then have to look at the price on the tag.
I might have to write a thousand lines that say "do not buy things that don't fit". I found a t-shirt that's so tiny, dieting wouldn't be enough - I'd have to have my bones removed to fit in it.
I am stupid and wasteful and it stops now. |
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[Aug. 27th, 2008|08:56 pm] |
Today I wanted cheese with such desparation I fear I may be about to turn into a mouse. I've felt this way about chocolate, shoes and yarn before, but cheese?
We are cleaning again - our landlord is coming round to inventory the flat. Pretty much everything in the flat is ours, other than the walls, floor and ceiling. Walls? 4. Check. Ceiling? 1. Check. Floor? 1. Check. I can't imagine what else he plans to count.
I knew we'd get caught out if we sold the toilet on ebay.
I would like to buy a house. I've found nearly 6p tidying up this evening, but that doesn't seem to be enough for a deposit any more. What I really want is a house with my own private branch of Greggs, then I can just have my butler throw chocolate ring doughnuts into my open mouth.
Very calm, happy chap on his mobile on the train:
"I woke up like, and it had it's jaws on my throat man, these massive teeth sinkin' into my neck. There was blood like everywhere. And I was like, hmm." |
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[Aug. 23rd, 2008|01:04 pm] |
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SB is running a poll to find the best blogs on the internet. You can vote here.
I'm currently neck and neck with Mitch Benn in the wittiest blog category. Mitch Benn is great, I'll be happy to lose to him, unless the prize is something I want, like wodges of cash, my own personal train or some of those new penguin trousers.
I think I should probably just walk away from the penguin trouser trend. Unless I bought some, then I'd have to waddle away. Boom Boom.
In other news, I'm loving the WiiFit. I've been whooping about like a tit on it almost every night this week and I'm really enjoying it. It would never occur to me to go and jog for 10 minutes, but for some reason, chasing a virtual dog in the privacy of my living room is something to really look forward to.
I find it a little strange that every time I do an activity, there are the faces of all the little Mii's people who've used my machine have created. Doing step classes with my entire family, all my brother's friends, James May, Cliff Richard and the bloke with the mullet & tash from my local Sommerfield is rather strange.
The yoga balance games are fun too. Every morning for 30 years I've raised one leg to put in my tights or trousers and fallen over, then done the same with the other leg. This week, because of my Wii yoga practice, I only fell over twice.
Seriously, why did nobody invent this before? Spending an hour every evening practising standing on one leg to prevent those dozy morning trouser tumbles is a brilliant idea. Worth every penny. And cheaper than that large-framed instant-trousering device I nearly bought a few years ago from the innovations catalogue. |
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[Aug. 20th, 2008|06:05 pm] |
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WAH!*
*about everything! |
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[Aug. 19th, 2008|04:17 pm] |
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I’ve just had to wrap a toy duck that kept going quack. Quack! Wrapping things that go quack is now on my list of favourite things ever. |
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[Aug. 14th, 2008|09:58 pm] |
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I spent all day planning a massacre.
I've created 45 spreadsheets of potential targets so far. I'm in spreadsheet data nirvana. I put a few spreadsheets I don't know what to do with in a folder called "Ignore", then decided that if I saw a folder called "Ignore", I'd click on it, so I made another folder inside "Ignore", called "I said, ignore!". Later my boss came and told me that he enjoyed that.
After work I went and bought a pair of purple tartan tights. |
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[Aug. 10th, 2008|10:07 pm] |
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I don't think much of Spooks Code 9. It's bad-rubbish, rather than good-rubbish. I assume it's a kids show, but it's on after the watershed. And isn't there already a kids Spooks called MI High or something like that?
I've heard the next Spooks spin off will be aimed at cats and dogs, where kittens protect the world. |
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[Aug. 10th, 2008|03:23 pm] |
Every single conversation I've ever had where someone discovers I'm a Cliff Richard fan goes like this:
Them: (polite, but wanting not to be) "So you like Cliff? Whhhhy?"
Me: (dreamy) "It's the music, it's amazing. I guess it's been part of my life for so long that his records have sort of become the soundtrack to my life. And I genuinely love his music, it's so rock'n'roll."
Them: (expecting me to have said I want to marry him) "Really? The music?"
Me: "Yup"
*pause*
Them: (excited) "I/my mum met him once at a church/concert"
Me: (intreagued, in case there's more to this story than they sang Mistletoe and Wine with him and he was nice) "Oh?"
Them: (excited) "I/she sang Mistletoe and Wine with him. He was nice"
Me: "Did you sway?"
Them: (thrilled by the cultural reference) "Yes!!!"
*pause*
Them: (hoping this might make me cry) "My neighbour's aunt says he's a non-practicing homosexual."
Me: (not interested) "uh-huh" |
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[Aug. 10th, 2008|01:16 pm] |
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[Aug. 9th, 2008|10:30 am] |
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I think the Beeb website have got this story about Cliff's new record the wrong way round. It's not the fact that he's bidding for chart history that's news.*
The actual news there is that he forgot he recorded a song called Mobile Alabama School Leaving Hullabaloo.
Mobile Alabama School Leaving Hullabaloo! And it's from 1977 which really excites me because I love absolutely everything he recorded between 1975-85 the mostest.
Now then, what shall I do with my weekend? One should make the most of life so I'm going to be knitting and listening to Cliff. And perhaps a few more episodes of The Powers of Matthew Starr. Joy!
*Although I'd be rather annoyed if I was forced to give up knitting, so I don't blame him for being upset that he's been forced into an unwanted chart retirement because nobody wants to give him any decent songs. |
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[Aug. 7th, 2008|05:24 pm] |
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The prawn does not roam wild in London. London does have crabs.
Also, fauna is not what I thought it was. |
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[Aug. 7th, 2008|11:55 am] |
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My throat involuntarily quacked like a duck on the train this morning and the man sitting next to me said “bless you” and then he got flustered and attempted to disappear by the will of his mind.
All my yarn for the knitting Olympics is wound into nice little balls and ready to go. I’m using Rowan Handknit cotton in Delphinium which is a little bit dirty pig in colour, but also very pretty. I’m really struggling to wait till tomorrow. Ooooh! My fingers are wiggling with anticipation! Wiggle! |
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[Aug. 5th, 2008|08:03 pm] |
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I was asked a very good question today. Why have I decided to knit a cardigan for the knitting olympics which requires the purchase of new yarn, rather than knitting a project that would use some of the masses of yarn I already have.
The answer to that question is hahahaha go away.
Actually I hit my 10% weight loss goal tonight so I think a little celebratory yarn shopping tomorrow night is well deserved. After all, yarn doesn't make me overweight. Except when I eat it and I've mostly stopped that now. |
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[Aug. 3rd, 2008|10:20 pm] |
This is what I've been working on for naarmamo
Picture here
Because I haven't done any embroidery in ages, I decided this needed to be a large embroidery piece that I add to every day. I'm not sure I'm happy with it at the moment - it feels very safe and boring but there's plenty of time to make it worse.
I don't think I'm going to manage a daily picture. |
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[Aug. 3rd, 2008|04:13 pm] |
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Hurrah! Hurrah for Mamma Mia! for being such a joyful film. I haven't finished building my device that will let me go and live in any movie I want when life gets too much yet, but I'm certainly incorporating ABBA songs into my daily existence from now on.
Hurrah! Hurrah for there being loads of episodes of The Power of Matthew Starr on Youtube. It's a terrible early 80s US TV show that's a cross between Superboy and Galactica 1980, so perfect really. I have wasted a fair chunk of the weekend watching this.
Hurrah! Hurrah for a black faux-leather biker jacket that's a perfect fit and was marked with a £21 sale sticker ringing up on the tills as £8.
Hurrah! Hurrah for doing some embroidery for ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) naarmamo. Not that I've taken a photo or been organised enough to post about it, but it's happening. More about that in another post. Sometime. And a good time to do it too, I seem to have a knitting injury, in that my elbow hurts like hell when I knit, but not the rest of the time, so I'm assuming it's knitters elbow or something. I was considering joining in with a knitting olympics but I don't entirely understand the concept.
Hurrah! Hurrah just generally. |
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[Aug. 1st, 2008|03:31 pm] |
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I’ve made my own lunch every day this week. This is a first ever. I’ve been faffing about with tupperware, ryvita, couscous and carrots to decide what makes a great lunch experience and now I have the answer. I know what the best lunch is.
Today I have ryvita, cucumber, ham, philadelphia and topped it all off with a speedboat ride down the Thames. Huzzah. It was sunny and splashy and the Red Bull planes were swooping about overhead. It was better even, than going for a roast in a sandwich, although not as good as a doughnut lunch.
I have to see Mamma Mia this weekend. Have to. *yearns* |
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[Jul. 31st, 2008|09:09 pm] |
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Strange knitting pattern photo.
I wish I'd heard the beginning of this conversation in the street
Man 1: "A tiny little Heather Locklear"
Man 2: "Mmmm, yes, a tiny Heather Locklear"
Man 1: "See you tomorrow then?"
Man 2: "Yeah, bye!" |
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[Jul. 29th, 2008|03:07 pm] |
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Further to a conversation I’ve been having today, is it possible to propel yourself into space by attaching very strong elastic to your trousers and pinging it? Has anyone tried? Add a ferret to the event and that would be the most pleasing special effect noise imaginable. |
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[Jul. 27th, 2008|03:28 pm] |
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This morning I went to the Royal Albert Hall to be boiled alive. Gosh, it's unpleasantly hot today.
Anyway, the Doctor Who Prom was so cool and so exciting and there were DALEKs and Donna and Davros and yay!
The music was fantastic, I suppose it's written to be epic and dramatic on screen, so it felt epic and dramatic in such an impressive setting. And I hope all classical concerts have cybermen wandering about in the audience.
I've not been to the Royal Albert Hall before but it's beautiful and I'm going to build a full size replica of it out the side of my flat because it's cool.
I decided that it was better to politely ask the couple sitting next to me to stop talking all the way through the concert than to spend the next week feeling resentful and the horrid woman told me nastily that if I didn't want to listen to them talking, I could go outside. It's ok to talk all the way through a concert is it? And to respond to perfectly reasonable requests with excessive, unnecessary rage? I'll just remember to shut up next time.
"Do I spy a big fat Welshman?" said Mr W. He wasn't referring to himself, RTD was in the audience. Freema Agyeman presented and she was giddy and fluffed her lines quite a lot. There were also blink and you'll miss them appeances from Jackie, Micky and Donna.
John Simm was rumoured to be in the audience but we decided this wasn't true on the grounds that he might:
1. Be spoken to by a Doctor Who fan
2. Be spoken to by anyone who likes his work
3. Be spoken to by anyone.
I was quite excited that someone in the orchestra appeared to be playing a billiard table covered in Victorian plumbing.
I imagine it sounds every bit as gorgeous on the radio, I will be listening again later in the week. |
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[Jul. 22nd, 2008|04:17 pm] |
With apologies for the London-centric nature of this poll...
Poll #1227729
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: AllIf you were invisible, where in London would you go and nose about? |
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[Jul. 19th, 2008|03:53 pm] |
If I had a yard, I'd set up a table and have a yard sale right this very second. Oh how wonderful it must be not to hoard everything in the entire world ever. My flat looks like this and it's very depressing.
I took as much as I can physically carry to the charity shop where a teenage boy singing along to Llimal* mumbled at me and made it all go away, but there's still so much more junk here. It's all too rubbish to bother putting on ebay too, like little scraps of blah.
And the dust, I think I could fill a binbag with it. Can I freecycle that? I've even thrown out clothes with holes in. I keep wondering if I should go and rescue them from the bin. Does anyone really throw away old broken worn out things? I find it very hard. Even when an item of clothing has moved from work wear to weekend wear, to only-at-home-wear to cleaning-the-bathroom-wear to not-even-fit-for-polishing-rags, do I want to get rid of it.
I don't want to get rid of the giant ugly ghetto blaster which chews tapes, bends and whirs at CD's, falls off the radiator it lives on and can't pick up the radio because it's ariel went walkies a few years ago. I can't think of a single reason to keep it, and yet it's still sitting there.
I don't want to get rid of the broken nun, the old Woolworths teapot, or any of the junk that I don't use, won't use, don't want and I don't even know what it is.
I wish the BBC would bring back Life Laundry. That was the best show ever. I'm rubbish at asking for help when I need it, but I can't do this myself, I need someone to sort me out. think I might get a professional in for a day to help.
*He's having some sort of revival, isn't he? I encounter him everywhere this summer. |
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[Jul. 16th, 2008|11:32 pm] |
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I'm not a particularly big fan of Take That.
I'm a few years too old to have cared first time round, I can't name the manky one, and the only song of theirs I know and love is Shine.
That said, I loved Never Forget, the musical based on their back catalogue. Really, as a non-fan, this musical has no right to have made me laugh so hard I broke my face. And still, I laughed more, and I cried and laughed. And then there was more laughing and now I think I might need to bandage my head to stop it happening. I can't find the words to tell you how much fun this musical is.
And much of the time I was crying with laughter because the entire audience was, perhaps at some Take That in joke that had gone over my head. Really, I hurt. Jaw pain. My friend J who is also not a Take That fan was equally mystified and also wept with laughter. She thought it felt like we'd been swept up in some sort of cult.
And IT RAINED WORDS. How is this even possible?? And they set fire to the stage. There was no earth, to go with the fire and water, but one day I hope to see a musical with real actual earth on stage and that will be the best.
10/10. |
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[Jul. 14th, 2008|10:38 pm] |
I love rum
I love rum
I love rum.
Tomorrow I might not love rum. |
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meh
