For everyone who has made it through blogmas, a very happy Christmas.
Saturday, 24 December 2016
Friday, 23 December 2016
Wednesday, 21 December 2016
Tuesday, 20 December 2016
spark would have turned my toys into an inferno very quickly. Though I'm sure someone is complaining about health and safety because they use battery candles today.
Christmas trees dancing to Pet Shop Boys? Why not.
Saturday, 17 December 2016
Wearing a Christmas jumper out, the whole thing smacks of forced jollity with your work colleagues. At some party the last thing you need to wear is a bulky top in a warm environment or worse round the workplace you're wearing some large version of a novelty tie. Not to mention most are a collection of fire hazards.
Friday, 16 December 2016
Pastry made, she er, picked up pre made in the Coop, its time for the mincemeat .
Certainly not as good as Marc Almonds. Wasn't there a urban myth about him and a hundred different types of mince pie?
Wednesday, 14 December 2016
If there is one thing I've learnt this year it's to not obsessively google every tiny ailment. Because I invariably find the worst possibility imaginable and end up still feeling ill but with extra worry, extrapolating a sore throat into a full on cancer scare.
Tuesday, 13 December 2016
Monday, 12 December 2016
Saturday, 10 December 2016
When I was in my student days my diet consisted of large amounts of ready meals and colas supplemented with chips, chocolate and alcohol. My metabolism would be overwhelmed today but thankfully for that and the rest of my body my tastes have changed and I've figured out how to cook, if not, how to avoid occasionally burning myself. Then again the salads that are available are much better, the mix of boiled potatoes, bland vegetables, limp meats and salad cream was enough to turn anyone away from eating healthily. I'm not sure if salad cream exported beyond these islands, but imagine a mix mainly comprising of vegetable oil and white colouring.
Thursday, 8 December 2016
Today I can take all the non blurry pictures of pigeons I want.
Wednesday, 7 December 2016
Now all I've got to flesh that out to fill a book or a presentation.
Started going through my memory card from my old camera, I'm trying to remember why I took a picture of some pigeons, presuming I was bored.
Tuesday, 6 December 2016
Over that time I've changed, probably for neither better or worse but to use that horrible X-Factor'y type word its been a "journey" and one that's most likely recognisable to many although I veer away from some of the worst clichés. I probably do have advice to give though I'm wary of going all Yoda.
Monday, 5 December 2016
Wonder what tattoo fashion will become as naff in the 10's and how many will regret it years from now.
Friday, 2 December 2016
Thursday, 1 December 2016
Let the feast begin.
Monday, 31 October 2016
Its the early evening and blimey its dark already. The general small talk seems to about the new fiver and "no I can't fold it properly, can you?" seems to be the most common reaction along with a generally bemused look.
While in London the other day, I had some free time and the weather ok I decided to walk about which included probably accidentally photo-bombing several people's poses in front of Westminster. I'm sure I couldn't have ruined more if I tried. Later on while walking though a park when I passed a group of tourists taking a great interest and a small amount of delight in watching a group of squirrels doing squirrelly things and being from the capital they also acted nonchalantly while avoiding all eye contact. If there is a point to this tale it's that things some folks see as ordinary and everyday, amaze others.
There's many climbing about and dangling precariously on the tree by our garden gate to grab the squirrelly goodies still about and wait until I'm underneath the tree to drop the unwanted parts on my, the postman's and other visitor's head. Thankfully that's all that's fallen on their/ my head, unlike a flock of birds (my ornithological knowledge doesn't go far) who flew past followed a second later by dozens of little splats and another second later by a few urghs as some unfortunate got hit I'm sure they didn't feel lucky and I haven't read about any lottery winners locally recently.
Personally October has been a whirl of year end rushing about and long days, meaning I haven't seen or read a lot recently and feeling like I need a lot more sleep. Couldn't find a song about squirrels so here's a great Shibuya-kei style song about cats.
Sunday, 4 September 2016
Wednesday, 17 August 2016
Taking my niece to the park, I came across a new playground object that looked like a miniature version of the witches hat that I used to play on back in the days minus the violent movements and concrete floor. The more modern namesakes have gone the other way where even the strongest parent would struggle to gather any speed to excite even the most risk averse child.
Tuesday, 21 June 2016
Taking a photo out of a misty bus window on a wet day, really doesn't do the scenery justice, sadly its the best I can do. I'm looking out the window and wondering what the heck to write about. Its already into June and past my birthday opening my inbox I was greeted with happy birthdays from forums I don't visit as much as I used to and brands I hadn't realised I gave out that much personal info to. As for me I spent time at a family gathering, which I spent more time with the children than the adults. There is one big event coming up but I was bored of that months ago. There's also the horrible and tragic Pulse nightclub shootings over which there's been many fine words said and stupid opinions uttered. It's also left many LGBT people saying they feel less safe which while understandable also saddens me. It's quite hard to know what to say other than to say I'll keep up the effort however little in my tiny slacktivist way.
Saturday, 7 May 2016
Monday, 28 March 2016
There's a few things happening, the outing of Lilly Wachowski for reasons of mere titillation, who refused to give in to being blackmailed into giving an "exclusive" and in the process owned the story. Ongoing bathroom panic bills, much more of that another time.
I'm looking after my nieces hamster over easter, his name is Rosie because that's the name she likes. It's been a long time since I've looked after a hamster, you can probably make a guess how long when I tell you it was called Baby Spice, again I didn't name it.
Tuesday, 16 February 2016
Adding to that I was dragged back to my occasional role of being my family's tech support which led to the painful task of contacting BT to sort out a broadband issue they really should be able to sort out first time.