I'll pull the blog over to a layby and see about getting it back on the road tomorrow...
]]>I spent.... £60 on wool last month. Shocking behaviour. Tis going to turn itself into a bag, some "gauntlets" (didn't know I was a knight - did you!) and a teddy bear. Awww.
desperate to become an angel yarn forum member, but they're still not letting people in. It's just sooooooo unfaiiiirrrr. *stamps feet, and goes upstairs to listen to her tapes*.
]]>They go around your standard take-away coffee (and stretch to a large) cup in place of the cardboard holders. There are loops for your fingers, so no-one can knock it out of your hand on the bus anymore. That happened to me once, and I haven't gotten on the bus since. Oh the shame!
Anyway, it's a gorgeous little invention and can be girly or masculine. And it's environmentally frendly, relatively cheap and entirely original!
Get me! 
Stovies.
2 leeks
2 carrotts
1 can of corned beef
many potatoes
veg stock, beef stock
Gravy / salt / pepper
WHACK it all in a pressure cooker/casserole dish. Pressure cook for around 30 - 40mins, casserole for 2 hours.
Add more Bisto to thicken the gravy, eat with lots of chunky bread.
SO tasty i could live on it for ever.
Keeps for a couple of days in the fridge (you won't need to keep it).
]]>I know what you're all thinking, but this one isn't going to be like the clarinet, ballet, scrap-booking, comics, ice-skating, swimming, the guitar, the brownies or any of the other "practice" hobbies.
This one's for keeps, like Everton and acting.
So far this year I've made one and a bit scarves (yawn-o-rama) and spent about £50 on supplies for future projects.
Lots of my friends think i've aged before my time, and they may well be right, but i say "Screw You!". Which is why I don't have many friends.
Starting was pretty easy, I got the hang of knitting and purling and whatnot which is all you really need to be a scarf maker. There's a whole lot of things I don't understand, and I just skip over those bits. Like slipping stitches off rows to make it neat. How is that neat? That's just bits missing.
The way I see it, freestyling leads to unique "pieces", which I can then sell on e-bay for a gazzillion poounds.
I guarranteeeee that by 2010, I'll be some sort of scarf seller. If I can find a wool shop in London that doesn't suck. John Lewis is SO expensive, it's not even funny and the one next to me is run by a crazy.
My next project is a wicked cool beanie hat and a tote bag that looks like grass. Don't worry, i'll keep you all posted on how they go. Whether you like it or not...
]]>The whole match we’d been all over them (don’t get me started on how much we didn’t deserve to lose the first leg 2-1), fighting and pushing – alright occasionally we looked a bit scraggly and fell back whe we should have ran at them and taken there legs off, but it was a great performance overall.
Simon Daives is a gem and Mikel Arteta’s free kick was outstanding –why didn’t he say he could do that?!!
MoM – Nigel Martyn for an awesome performance, he entirely deserves his place in the England squad.
When Duncan scored, we went mental – when it was disallowed, we went very very quite. Benty had done nothing wrong – how can you be stopping a defender from defending when you’re both very far behind the ball? Moreover, the flaming long-haired tart was pulling Benty’s shirt, not the other way around….
I was close to tears when their goal went in on the 94th minute, no I wasn’t close to tears, there were tears. They’d played so well and had so much heart. I love Everton and I can’t wait till next season where we will definitely get another go at them – and then rip their legs off.
Don’t dwell.
Just bring out the Dunc.
One day, my radio ran out of batteries, and rather than sit like a spanner with one earphone in, I removed it.
On going into the kitchen, everyone started speaking very loudly and gesturing hugely.
Turns out they all thought I was deaf in one ear and that my headphones were a hearing aid.
]]>I remember one in particular where we were discussing what was so great about Unicorn's anyway and shouldn't they be called UniHorns? Someone's take was that their blood gave life (this was bellowed down because they'd nicked it from JK Rowling), the conversation swung to how in Thundercats, someone remembered Unicorns giving silver rings off their horns to Liono... but why? And how? And was it actually She-Raa?
When it come to Unicorns, where are they anyway? Did Noah not have enough room on his boat? how big was the boat, and did why let funnel-web spiders on?! Surely if it was too big, it wouldn't have floated, not with all those animals on it.
Speaking of boats, would it be possible to make a boat entirely out of crisp packets? If so, what brand would make the best boat? Which the fastest and which the prettiest? Do tubes of Pringles count as crisp packets?
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]]>My own fault, I shouldn't bitch. Really I shouldn't. I'll stop now.
So, this weekend was a stormer. If you like boardgames and cheese. Although I did play Cluedo, Pictionary and Cranium until 5 in the morning. And a game of cards that I can't really remember the rules to, but I do know i kept all my clothes on. in the end, the boys beat the girls 4 games to one. And they both won at Cluedo as well. I think they were distracting us with their manly wiles. That's wiles, not willies.
Then i went home, ate lots of stilton, passed out on the floor and stayed there till Sunday.
On Sunday I cleaned our pigsty of a home and now it's beautiful and lovely and everyone should come and look at it!
But take your shoes off, use a coaster and - for the love of jehovah don't touch that!
]]>Mid-week drinking. What a spunking stupid thing to do.
]]>So, my wonderful boyfriend is off to Budapest today for a boy's weekend.
I'm only down becuase he's a much better cook than me. I also feel much less likely to be killed in my sleep by a crazed mad man when he's around. Although he sleeps like the dead so chances are he wouldn't wake up anyway.
And not only am I alone, hungry and possibly soon to be a victim of a crazed mad-man, but I had to pay for the privilige!
HI doesn't get paid till Saturday and he needed the cash beforehand to get it changed into Hungarian Cheerios or whatever it is they use(I'm being reliably informed that it's the Hungarian Forint, fact fans), so I bravely stepped in and gave him my cash, meaning no fun for me this weekend. I'll just have to stay in and sweep the cinders...
]]>I'm not the only one whose nut it is doing in, apparently, as we speak his manager has leant over to ask (with little sympathy) "Are you doing anything about that cough" to which he's replied - "Nah."
For Jeebus sake. Continue to cough and splutter until the virus overruns your system, gives you and everyone else in the room pnumonia and we all die.
Thanks. Tit.
]]>The highest point of contention (sp?) on our nights out is always the Team Name. At our pub, best team name gets a bottle of wine. We have never won it. Ever.
Now, those that know me, know I'm not low on the funnies (not that this blog is anything to go by). The team names have to be topical and witty.
Last night I opted for either "Gate Gourmet strike, 10,000 airline passengers rejoice", "Heathrow becomes UK's Number 1 Tourist Attraction". We went for "If we win the wine, can we not have Kinga's bottle?"
"Robin Cooks" won, because it works on two levels.
I approve of the name. Our stank.
End of.
]]>This is all thanks to getting a job, because two years ago when I was an unemployed pretendy student, more about that another day, I was poor. Poor to the extent that... well, I wasn't turning tricks or anything, I was just eating a bowl of soup a day and tomato ketchup sandwiches. Thanks to the "poor bugger" diet, I was a shapely size 10 (ish).
Now that I have money, more and more I find myself buying food. It's as though my body thinks I'll be poor again next week and it should take advantage of this bountious time.
So I've got annoyed at shopping, and at my clothes not fitting, and dashing from bed to the shower without letting HI see my wobbly bits.
Now is the time to stop.
In the last month or so I've walked everywhere, changed my diet and cut down on the booze. I've dropped down to a dress size where most of my clothes fit, but I've still got a way to go.
I reckon I can do it, but I'm going to Spain in a couple of weeks and before the weight loss comes the dreaded swimsuit buying expedition. There will be tears before bedtime on that day.
So best of best luck to you Daniel, keep up the hard work, but don't disappear completely, or i'll come to your house and sit on you. And not in a fun way!
]]>I’d never seen Sports Night till 2 days ago.
Now, now I’m in turmoil! Sports Night ran for two seasons, a total of 48 episodes – not an amount to be sniffed at you’ll agree. And it is marvellous, it’s as smart, as witty and as charming as TWW, but it’s nowhere near as smug. And I didn’t realise how smug TWW was until I watched this one 22 minute episode of Sports Night.
Don’t get me wrong, I still love Bradley Whitford in all his fuzzyhaired, oddly compelling glory – but Dan Rydell and Casey MacColl are just better.
I hope Aaron writes a new show soon, and I hope it’s appreciated as much as the West Wing, but is as good as Sports Night. Which even has a laugh track and manages to be good. Sorkin’s material is not made for laugh tracks, I don’t care what the US networks say.
Anyway… this is a ramble and a half – I’m off to watch WW. Or Lost… now, I’ll be talking about Lost a lot in the future, and you can take that to the bank.
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It’s not… quite like that. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a lot of fun; which is why my and him indoors go every Monday. The beer’s cheap and you can have a fag without being death-stared to the other side of the bar.
If, like us, you only go on Mondays then the game itself is very fairly priced and you can come away with £40 or more – once HI won £100. That’s when his mocking of the game stopped pretty flaming quickly.
See it’s all good clean fun – as long as you’ve switched your mobile off. I for one wouldn't like to be on the receiving end of 150 pensioners disapproval and synchronised tutting the like of which can only be found in converted theatres that have been painted orange an lined with neon whores.
So last night I came away with £40, and that paid for the whole night for me and HI, with £10 left over. Fab night out! I recommend it to all.
Anyone makes any jokes, I’ll get them with my dabber…
]]>Inventing. Now there's something that would be good. My friend Ian and I had an idea to invent a joint holder that could attach to the bathroom wall, so you can have a smoke when in the bath and or shower... Shame it would have been illegal and that neither of us were particularly good at engineering.
now, if i see this device in the shops, I'll sue all your butts (patent pending, my friends, patent pending.)
I joined a new country today. You're probably a little familiar with Danny Wallace (sorry, King Danny) and his desire to make a nice new country from his flat in Bow, East London. If not, you should all (ha - all) go to www.citizensrequired.com and become citizens of the (as yet unnamed) Brave New World.
It'll become clearer when you read the site.