We have had a lovely day in Hastings today, and Violet wasn't carsick once! Woo! (Admittedly, she napped most of the way there and back).

We went to a Brewer's Fayre pub for lunch - one of those big Family pub grub places - I'm still at a stage of motherhood where I get ridiculously excited at the concept of ordering a restaurant meal for my daughter, and was very pleased that this pub had a special under-5's menu with plenty of options other than chips (which she doesn't like). Ordered her some pasta with tomato sauce and cheese which she seemed to enjoy, along with some of her Nana's popadom and donated mushrooms and sausage from Mummy and Daddy respectively. It was just really lovely to be able to sit at a restaurant with her and for us all to be able to eat our dinners. She was impeccably behaved throughout, and there was a little soft-play bit that she could scamper in while we were waiting for dinner.

We went to see the F-i-L and, because it was a beautiful day, sat out in the garden for a while as Vi-Vi scampered about, and then went to Alexandra Park for icecreams and drinks. Vi drank apple juice from a carton with a straw for the first time and chased the bigger kids' footballs around.

So nice to be able to do a bunch of actually quite involved things pretty far from home and for it not to be stressy for a change :)

Thanks to hayet for the link to this brilliant version of 'Take On Me', literally describing the video as it goes... my favourite bit is the adlibbing during the instrumental bit. Joy. From the amount of comments on the youtubes I'll guess that this one's been heavily doing the rounds lately, but if you're as un-web-savvy as me and haven't yet seen it, it's a treat!

Attention, Scribbles Fans... prick up yer ears for this 'ere announcement.

This is officially the tastiest hot chocolate in the world ever. (This comes a close second. Mmmm. Praline.)

My love affair with chocolate & chilli is all thanks to my friend Kitty (aka Mrs Algo) and her chocolate pudding. It has a strange effect on me - I keep asking her to marry me whenever she feeds it to me. Since then I have sought out the magical combination of chilli & chocolate (and a dash of cinnamon, where possible) wherever I can. Chocolate chilli icecream, fudge and so on. Only time I ever turned it down was in favour of a bar of milk chocolate with cardamom (from The Chocolate Alchemist, an old client of mine), which was even tastier. But this Whittard's Aztec Chilli stuff... man. That's good drinkin'. Hubs bought it as a present at the weekend and the tub's about a quarter empty already.

That is all. Please continue with your business.

More Rollercoaster...

Circa 'Data's Day', in which I properly introduce Security underling Lester Llewellyn, plus bad dancing, lurking rebound-gals and a certain line of dialogue that surprised even me...
( Ballroom Blitz )
BTW - I've put heaps of injokes and cultural references into Rollercoaster already... a major cultural gag being to do with the naming of certain Original Characters... a bag of virtual Parma Violets to the first one who spots it :D

Yay for Graham Linehan Who Should Be Working but instead posted a link to this, and doubl-yay for Peter Sarah-fanny-wedge for 50 great impressions in 2 minutes!



'You killed my accountant.' Joy.


Oooooohh, and I just happened upon an episode of Heroes S3 (Claire Phill-to-the-Hill will be happy) - WHAT THE FUCKETTY IS GOING ON?!?! Malcolm McDowell's alive but not, Peter Parkerpetrelli's not Peter Parkerpetrelli, Dr Dullinder's melting... WHAT?!?

Shall I have some muesli...?

...since I see so much of it these days.

Today's playgym had a two-ish year old boy in a TShirt which, in a 70s style Dirk Diggler font professed him to be a 'Ladies Man'. Nice. I hope that the kid's parents are aware that the laws of Karma mean that that kid will definitely now grow up as bent as a nine-bob note.

We're both much better now, BTW - back to normal again. I can even drink coffee again, which is great.

Oh, and Vi has decided that her new favourite thing to watch is Pingu. Especially the old, creepy Pingu cartoons that were blatantly made by a single Icelandic pervert in his shed - the ones that revolve solely around shit, piss and violence. Today there was a seagull that kept flying over Pingu and crapping on him, making Pingu cry. That was it. Violet laughed her ass off. *sigh*

Feeling better today. Still got a bellyache and not much appetite, but I was able to function today and have finally run out of poo. It had to happen sooner or later.

Vi's back on tip-top form, she ate two proper dinners today and has taken to messing my hair up deliberately.

Oh, and she said 'table' for the first time today. It's a few new words a week at the moment!

Oy.

Remember when I said that Vi is much better at braving sickness than I am...? Well get me, today I have been having chance to prove that!

I realised when I woke up at about 5am feeling horribly nauseous that I probably had what Vi's got. I stopped puking at about half 10. Got up briefly, showered, braved the sofa and The SImpsons for half an hour or so, went back to bed til after 3.

Can now sip Vimto and munch a few dry CHeerios without being horribly sick (don't get me started about what's going on at the other end!) Feel nauseous still, stomach ache, lower backache, headache because I'm dehydrated, incredibly dizzy. The room won't stop spinning, my arms and legs are like jelly. I'm about to go into the kitchen, which will officially be the furthest I've walked all day.

The bathroom's a complete state and I desperately need to do some laundry.

Thank God this has happened today, when Hubs has been on hand to singlehandledly take care of Vi (who is still not herself0 and care for me too.

I honestly can't remember the last time I've felt so ill.

Oooh, a track at the end of the episode of Mad Men we watched tonight has driven me to root out one of my old Cardigans CDs. Mmmm. Euro Lounge Pop. 90s. Nice.

It was mentioned to me that 'Merde, He Wrote' felt a bit unfinished... Hell, I love that story so much I jumped at the chance to write a postscript.

Caution: contains excessive use of Double-Entendres, and many Single-Entendres. Those with allergies to Round The Horne style suggestive humour should avoid this product.

( Merde, He Wrote - Aftermath )

So she slept reasonably well last night - woke up just before midnight with a dirty nappy and was able to keep down a few sips of water then, although it took her a while to nod off again.

Is now managing to keep down water and juice, and has managed a small amount of toast and dry Cheerios. She is keeping a stiff upper lip in a terribly British fashion - I'm always ever so proud of how well behaved she is when she's poorly and miserable. Certainly doesn't take after her moany mum in that respect!

It's Friday night... it's time for copious amounts of vomit!!!

Vi was really, really sick at half five (*just* as I started putting dinner on!) and hasn't really stopped yet. We haven't been able to keep anything down her, not even water. I *think* she's run out of stuff to be sick with now, and has fallen asleep. Fully expecting more vomming or a very awake, very hungry/thirsty babe at any point of the evening or night now.

Hope she's OK, bless her. I've never known her to be this sick before :(

You know the trouble with writing fanfiction, creating angsty backstories and romantic ships based on a few little suggestive Looks and phrases... you start doing automatically it for your toddler's preschool programmes. These are the backstories me and Hubs have come up with for Balamory and its grittier, grimmer urban counterpart, Me Too...



Red arrows indicate unrequited sexual feelings towards the character being pointed at.

A - Laird of the Manor. Porphyria has left him completely mad. Is living off his inheritance, the locals humour his delusion that he is a professional inventor even though all he ever does is stick bits of rubbish together. Has a servant left over from his father's days who he forces to pretend to be a robot butler.

B - Was witness to a gangland shooting in New York, was put on the Witness Protection Scheme in Balamory as he now has a price on his head.

C - Lesbian.

D - Dementia. Penny has taken pity on her and taken her in.

E - Used to be a vigilante, took a bullet to the spine while trying to apprehend a villain. Knows Spencer's secret, has vowed to protect him should he ever be discovered.




A - was jilted on the eve of her Wedding, still wears the dress sometimes.

B - Their marriage is a sham, since he is clearly gay. She's been his best friend since school, this is all to appease his horribly right-wing parents.

C - Used to be a crack addict and a street walker, has cleaned up her act since having her son, knows cleaning the buses at night is the best job she's likely to get, and it beats giving blowjobs in alleys for drugs money.

Pathetic, eh? Don't even get me started on In The Night Garden (Coma Dream) and Little Red Tractor (Farmer desperately trying to get into a young widow's knickers by befriending her kids).

Found this on Andrew Colling's Blog (via Richard 'Moon on a stick' Herring's Blog).

I don't know what to make of Hardeep Singh Kohli - I really didn't like his sitcom, I thought it was dreadful, but he's filled in for Charlie Brooker in the Grauniad on occasions and been jolly funny. Nobody, however, deserves to have to try to put up with an interview as godawfully bad as this, however.


This isn't actually Alan Partridge interviewing BTW, although it might as well be. It's some local DJ for BBC Birmingham or something. The licence fee pays his wages. The mind boggles.

I might get this song played at my funeral.


Could not be any less safe for work, BTW.

Rollercoaster...
( There's No Place Like Home, Part 3 )

More Rollercoaster

Eee! Hardly any errors spotted by my wonderful Beta, so up goes part 2 of There's No Place Like Home. I shall post part 3 either tonight if I get time or tomorrow.
( There's No Place Like Home part 2 )

Felt inspired doing those Lore/Marvin icons to do another of my silly screencap thingies. Showing how the dysfunctional, malfunctional Soong family's ethos seems to fit rather well with the Sirius Cybernetics Complaints Department work song. Mainly to amuse myself, but also because Sealgirl is in need of cheering up.
( can I get an out of tune electronic fanfare, please...? )

I should be in bed but instead I've been making icons of Lore. Mostly with H2G2 Marvin quotes, because they suit him.

( League Of Evil Robots... AWAAAAAYYYYY! ) "Loresome" is now my new favourite word.

Oooh dear. Silly self. Posting while under the influence is not a good idea. I couldn't even write straight, and that was 4 hours after I'd stopped drinking! At least I didn't really have a hangover. God knows what I was talking about on Saturday though. All sorts of bollocks, knowing me. It was wicked fun, though.

We were going to watch a Paul Newman film last night in honour of the great man, but we ran out of time. Hubs is currently addicted to Star Wars: Force Unleashed anyway, and I like watching him play it (I've tried playing it myself, but I keep getting killed like a Spazz. Also, it has too many Bosses in it. I can never kill Bosses.)

More Rollercoaster for you! I've pretty much finished all of 'There's No Place Like Home', but most of it is over with the lovely realmlife for Betaing. It's set during 'Legacy' so it's a long one, and is therefore split into three chapters, by Jove. Here's chapter one.
( There's No Place Like Home, Part 1 )

Kev chose a pub that was ONE MILLION MILES FROM ANYWHRE.

I pinged my nosering off which gesticulating enthusiastically to Kev's Dad (who knows my Uncle through Biker Stuff) and lost it, I also appear to have lost my sunglasses :(

McKinley turned up!!!! And apparently reads this blog!!! (*waves*) I know this because she managed to preempt my claiming La Reynolds to be The Pintsized God Of All His Sex. She could not have known this to be a CAPSLOCK FACT unless she read my ramblings. I then declared her to be the female La Reynolds (Short, cheery Londoner, mostly eyebrows). She seemed quite pleased. She is campaigning to become the next Dr Who Assistant. I think she'd be brill.

Got drunk, was generally loud and obnoxious. Shouty debates (with Miss McK) included Mal v Wash and Stewart v Spiner, both of which I lost. Boo.

Found out at Charing Cross that Paul Newman had died. Was most upset.

Very nearly feel asleep o train and must go to bed now so I'll say goodnight.

GOODNIGHT!