I was laying in the bath earlier this evening, I'd left my PC running through my collection of mp3's and as I laid there I thought to myself "I'm sure I don't have Cotton Eye Joe on mp3". Then I realised it was Loaded by Primal Scream.
Because those songs exactly alike.
Or not.
I think I might have stood near to too many speakers at too many gigs.
I like to have candles around me when I bathe. It makes for a relaxing environment. What's less relaxing is having one candle piss wax all over the carpet. Especially when you're meeting your landlord for the first time in three years in a few days.
I love water. Cold, cold water. I have no reason for saying that, other than the fact I'm really thirsty and am going to have a big pint of cold water any moment.
I also really love how soft baby oil makes your skin feel. Again there's no reason for sharing that either. It was just a thought running through my mind.
I'd give a telepath SUCH a headache.
Oh and that mean Twitter? Yeah, it is keeping my account suspended it seems.
It would appear I got caught up in this spam invasion as I had the exact same tweet appear on my list of tweets. Still despite being one of thousands affected it's bloody frustrating!
I think I've become addicted to MicroDermabrasion. I keep thinking about when I can do it next. I'm currently at alternate days, but I'm worrying about my (full) pot of cream/lotion/potion becoming empty.
Must consider more important world crises....
Showing posts with label Facts 'n' Trivia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Facts 'n' Trivia. Show all posts
Friday, 7 August 2009
Friday, 29 February 2008
Song Of The Week XII & A Wrong Number
Every time I listen to this song I just can't help but bop around. If the camera were a little less blurry and you were here I'd be almost able to point to myself in the crowd of this video doing some bopping.
How very grateful you should be that I can't do that.
Although I might have to scour youtube for other videos of Cambridge Folk Festival and see if my scarlet hair is in evidence anywhere.
So, this week, it's the delights of The Dhol Foundation. Who I love. I love Johnny Kalsi's work with Afrocelts/Afro Celt Sound System and this is superb too. If it weren't for my total lack of musical talent I might quite fancy a dhol. But then, I really fancy playing the fiddle too. I'm not great with decisions, although my neighbours might object to the dhol as it's really bloody loud. I can't remember how many decibels and wikipedia isn't helping me, nor is google, or I just haven't been tenacious enough.
The Dhol Foundation - After The Rain:
It's a damn shame that it gets cut short, but I chose this one because I can say I was there.
I just have one of those numbers. This morning. 10am
Riiiiiiing (that's the phone - in case you wondered)
Me: Hello
Mystery Caller: Hello young lady!
Me: Hello, How are you?
MC: Good thanks, you?
Me: Um, who is this?
MC: It's your father.
Me: I think you may have the wrong number as you really don't sound like my dad.
MC: Oh, I thought you were my daughter.
Me: I'm afraid not. Unless there's something my mother isn't telling me.
MC: I thought I got the right number from my mobile.
MC: Oh well, I'm sorry to have disturbed you.
Me: I'm pretty lazy and was sitting right by the phone anyway.
Do I have an abnormally high number of people mis-dialling?
An added note, I learnt something new this week. Tagalog is a language spoken in the Phillipines. But apparently there are approximately 180 languages spoken there. This fascinates me.
How very grateful you should be that I can't do that.
Although I might have to scour youtube for other videos of Cambridge Folk Festival and see if my scarlet hair is in evidence anywhere.
So, this week, it's the delights of The Dhol Foundation. Who I love. I love Johnny Kalsi's work with Afrocelts/Afro Celt Sound System and this is superb too. If it weren't for my total lack of musical talent I might quite fancy a dhol. But then, I really fancy playing the fiddle too. I'm not great with decisions, although my neighbours might object to the dhol as it's really bloody loud. I can't remember how many decibels and wikipedia isn't helping me, nor is google, or I just haven't been tenacious enough.
The Dhol Foundation - After The Rain:
It's a damn shame that it gets cut short, but I chose this one because I can say I was there.
I just have one of those numbers. This morning. 10am
Riiiiiiing (that's the phone - in case you wondered)
Me: Hello
Mystery Caller: Hello young lady!
Me: Hello, How are you?
MC: Good thanks, you?
Me: Um, who is this?
MC: It's your father.
Me: I think you may have the wrong number as you really don't sound like my dad.
MC: Oh, I thought you were my daughter.
Me: I'm afraid not. Unless there's something my mother isn't telling me.
MC: I thought I got the right number from my mobile.
MC: Oh well, I'm sorry to have disturbed you.
Me: I'm pretty lazy and was sitting right by the phone anyway.
Do I have an abnormally high number of people mis-dialling?
An added note, I learnt something new this week. Tagalog is a language spoken in the Phillipines. But apparently there are approximately 180 languages spoken there. This fascinates me.
Wednesday, 13 February 2008
Peas
I love peas.
And Brussels Sprouts.
As a child I would eat both, readily, and I still do.
I used to even eat the pods of the peas, I just couldn't get enough.
And I'd take my sprouts raw, frozen, any way I could get them.
The season for peas is not yet upon us, I've got, in my estimation about three months before Sainsburys starts stocking their shelves with peas. Well the ones still in the pod, which are my favourite. Sainsburys are always first with peas, I don't know why this is, but I know that once they have them I only have to wait a few weeks before they're in all the others too.
There's a point to this (which is rather unusual for me).
I got peas this evening! A bag of fresh peas, in the pod. All mine. I will not be sharing, I shall selfishly be eating them all to myself.
When my mother said she had a gift for me, I had no idea it would be peas!
Peas you hear! Three months early.
I've eaten some, I want to save the others for tomorrow, but you know, the longer they're off the plant, the less sweet they become. So I'm torn between savouring them and eating them while they're at their best.
Oh the decisions...
And Brussels Sprouts.
As a child I would eat both, readily, and I still do.
I used to even eat the pods of the peas, I just couldn't get enough.
And I'd take my sprouts raw, frozen, any way I could get them.
The season for peas is not yet upon us, I've got, in my estimation about three months before Sainsburys starts stocking their shelves with peas. Well the ones still in the pod, which are my favourite. Sainsburys are always first with peas, I don't know why this is, but I know that once they have them I only have to wait a few weeks before they're in all the others too.
There's a point to this (which is rather unusual for me).
I got peas this evening! A bag of fresh peas, in the pod. All mine. I will not be sharing, I shall selfishly be eating them all to myself.
When my mother said she had a gift for me, I had no idea it would be peas!
Peas you hear! Three months early.
I've eaten some, I want to save the others for tomorrow, but you know, the longer they're off the plant, the less sweet they become. So I'm torn between savouring them and eating them while they're at their best.
Oh the decisions...
Thursday, 7 February 2008
Ticklish
More of the random...
I'm unbearably ticklish.
On my knees.
I am not even slightly ticklish on my feet.
Yes, I am a freak of nature.
I'm unbearably ticklish.
On my knees.
I am not even slightly ticklish on my feet.
Yes, I am a freak of nature.
Monday, 4 February 2008
Flowers, Facts & Valentines
Looming on the horizon is yet another celebration that I have little love for. Which rather ruins the point of it I guess.
St. Valentines Day is growing ever closer, I really can't be alone in my lack of love for this event can I?
What's to look forward to? Brown envelopes with bills dropping through the letterbox instead of lovely red envelopes with SWALK stamped across their rear? Hmm, I see no fun in brown envelopes at all, they only ever contain bad news.
And I realised it's absolutely ages since I was sent flowers. In fact it was back in the days I worked at British Telecom, answering calls from customers less than cheerfully advising me there was a fault on their line.
I remember chatting one night with Colin, one of the resource managers, when he spotted a gentleman on the CCTV monitor at the front door. The gentleman in question was bearing a huge bouquet of flowers and Colin dashed off to catch him before he gave up ringing the bell.
I sauntered back to my seat, inwardly cursing the lucky receiver of the bouquet. I put my headset on and took a call, yet another cheerless customer unlikely to be thrilled by the weeks of delays BT were suffering with.
Colin finally reappeared with the bouquet in his arms, breathing heavily from the run down the flights of stairs.
All heads turned in his direction as one and all watched to see who would be the lucky recipient. He headed towards my bank of desks, looking me straight in the eye and grinning. I had a customer rambling in my ear and I pointed at my chest in that farcical manner whilst mouthing 'me'? My eyebrows were acquainting themselves with my hairline as I put my customer on hold and took the flowers from Colin.
They were beautiful and I was glad of all the envious stares from around the office as my smile threatened to tear across my cheeks.
That must be ten years ago now with only one bouquet delivery in the meantime. Is it that guys don't send flowers any more? Or is it that they don't send them to me?!
However, as I mentioned Valentines is looming and I'm sure the sale of red roses is about to rocket. I might be strange, (Ha! No might about it!) but a random fact is that I hate red roses, they smack of a lack of imagination, they smack of a last minute gift and whilst I'm sure that's not always true I've never liked them.
I had a date once and the guy in question showed up with a bunch of red roses and I immediately felt that it didn't bode well. I was right, by the way.
They just don't work for me.
Now yellow roses? That's a different kettle of fish. I think they're lovely.
Although, and here's another random fact, daisies and tulips are by far my favourite flowers.
I've always carried a secret (not so secret now) wish that a date would turn up with a tiny posy of freshly picked little white daisies.
But then I still have a stone that was given to me, simply because its finder thought it was beautiful and made him think of me. I'll never forget how ridiculous he said he felt buying a jiffy envelope to send a stone in.
I've been given some truly wonderful gifts in my life and it's the ones that you know the other has given because they know you'll love that count the most I think.
Damn it all, at the end of it, despite my reluctance to like Valentines Day, I'm an old romantic at heart after all.
St. Valentines Day is growing ever closer, I really can't be alone in my lack of love for this event can I?
What's to look forward to? Brown envelopes with bills dropping through the letterbox instead of lovely red envelopes with SWALK stamped across their rear? Hmm, I see no fun in brown envelopes at all, they only ever contain bad news.
And I realised it's absolutely ages since I was sent flowers. In fact it was back in the days I worked at British Telecom, answering calls from customers less than cheerfully advising me there was a fault on their line.
I remember chatting one night with Colin, one of the resource managers, when he spotted a gentleman on the CCTV monitor at the front door. The gentleman in question was bearing a huge bouquet of flowers and Colin dashed off to catch him before he gave up ringing the bell.
I sauntered back to my seat, inwardly cursing the lucky receiver of the bouquet. I put my headset on and took a call, yet another cheerless customer unlikely to be thrilled by the weeks of delays BT were suffering with.
Colin finally reappeared with the bouquet in his arms, breathing heavily from the run down the flights of stairs.
All heads turned in his direction as one and all watched to see who would be the lucky recipient. He headed towards my bank of desks, looking me straight in the eye and grinning. I had a customer rambling in my ear and I pointed at my chest in that farcical manner whilst mouthing 'me'? My eyebrows were acquainting themselves with my hairline as I put my customer on hold and took the flowers from Colin.
They were beautiful and I was glad of all the envious stares from around the office as my smile threatened to tear across my cheeks.
That must be ten years ago now with only one bouquet delivery in the meantime. Is it that guys don't send flowers any more? Or is it that they don't send them to me?!
However, as I mentioned Valentines is looming and I'm sure the sale of red roses is about to rocket. I might be strange, (Ha! No might about it!) but a random fact is that I hate red roses, they smack of a lack of imagination, they smack of a last minute gift and whilst I'm sure that's not always true I've never liked them.
I had a date once and the guy in question showed up with a bunch of red roses and I immediately felt that it didn't bode well. I was right, by the way.
They just don't work for me.
Now yellow roses? That's a different kettle of fish. I think they're lovely.
Although, and here's another random fact, daisies and tulips are by far my favourite flowers.
I've always carried a secret (not so secret now) wish that a date would turn up with a tiny posy of freshly picked little white daisies.
But then I still have a stone that was given to me, simply because its finder thought it was beautiful and made him think of me. I'll never forget how ridiculous he said he felt buying a jiffy envelope to send a stone in.
I've been given some truly wonderful gifts in my life and it's the ones that you know the other has given because they know you'll love that count the most I think.
Damn it all, at the end of it, despite my reluctance to like Valentines Day, I'm an old romantic at heart after all.
Tuesday, 29 January 2008
Random Facts
I purr.
No really.
Just as I'm on the verge of falling asleep I start to purr. Sometimes I wake myself up wondering what the noise is. I'm wondering if this is why my cats always sleep so close. I AM catwoman. Only I look terrible in a cat suit.
No really.
Just as I'm on the verge of falling asleep I start to purr. Sometimes I wake myself up wondering what the noise is. I'm wondering if this is why my cats always sleep so close. I AM catwoman. Only I look terrible in a cat suit.
Tuesday, 8 January 2008
Random Facts
I have this love for random trivia.
I like saying 'tell me something' because you never know what you might be told.
So, in a totally narcissistic way I'm sharing random facts about my good self, and obviously any good trivia that comes my way.
Anyway, here's a random fact about moi, I love the way armadillos run.
I tried to find a video of them doing it but thus far the Internet has let me down.
I like saying 'tell me something' because you never know what you might be told.
So, in a totally narcissistic way I'm sharing random facts about my good self, and obviously any good trivia that comes my way.
Anyway, here's a random fact about moi, I love the way armadillos run.
I tried to find a video of them doing it but thus far the Internet has let me down.
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