Monthly Archives: May 2011

doodlings

don’t come round here expecting votes, see who charts the course on a sinking boat

Have concluded that I must tweet less if I am to blog more. So many of my ideas are frittered away in throwaway tweets when they could be better spent on here. I mean, you’d love to hear more about my hangovers and the like, wouldn’t you? And my penchant for chips, my weather reports, my mooching, my obsession with Made In Chelsea (yes, you may roll your eyes at this point), and, of course, the fact that I saw Paul Scholes on a big red bus yesterday and then heard the news that he has retired today (unrelated, obviously, but of great interest nonetheless). I’m sure you would.

I’ve got an afternoon off today. Lovely. Am going to drink iced coffee, eat fruit, watch catch-up telly, read all those papers/magazines which are stacked up beside my bed so far un-read and make Glastonbury-lists. Yes, you heard – GLASTONBURY LISTS. Eeeeeeeep! I’m doing unbelievably well in not hyping it up (probably because I want to lose about a hundred pounds before it and I actually wish I had more than three weeks in which to do so). Lists I will make, pounds I will probably not lose. BLAH.

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doodlings

and on it i will pile all the flowers of the mountain

I had a spam comment yesterday which enthusiastically stated: “this blog is extremely cool! how can i make one like this!” Yes, double exclamation. I wasn’t fooled for a second.

So, how does one make a blog like this? These days, I’m not quite sure. Metaphorically speaking, I’m uninspired. Physically speaking, I’m having a ‘mare. My primary concern is the fact that the font on the blog is showing up differently on my laptop to how it is on the computer. The laptop is showing how it should/always has looked whereas the computer is doing something horrible to it. The boy has fiddled with the firefox settings to bring it back to nearly-normal, but it’s still not right. So, I’m a little (translation: a lot) concerned that you are all viewing the blog in this new, bogging, firefox-update format. So, if this is the case, just so you know, it’s NOT HOW I WANT IT TO LOOK and you should all fiddle with your settings so that my blog looks right again. THANKS.

That’s it, folks. Like I said, I’m a little uninspired. I finally finished that mammoth novel I was involved with (Shantaram, if you must know) and now feel like there’s a bit of a void in my life. Also, don’t you think I’m doing a grand job at not mentioning the unmentionable thing which is a feeble four weeks away? (Actually, 3 weeks and 6 days, if we want to be pedantic). Will ye go, lassie go.

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doodlings

if you gave me a fresh carnation, i would only crush its tender petals

I seem to have lost my blog voice a bit this week. Nothing new, I suppose. Not much to report, anyway. I’ve been working, eating things I shouldn’t, trying not to bleed money everytime I leave the house, delivering unwanteds to charity shops – all whilst being smack bang in the middle of a 933-page-novel which is super addictive. I’m having to fight the desire to hibernate with it (plus the unceasing desire to flick to the last page and read the last sentence of the book – am I the only one who suffers this torment?). This book is providing a welcome distraction from the drudgery of job-hunting; I see it as feeding my mind and preparing my soul for more of the same. Far-fetched? Probably. And now, an entirely irrelevant but entirely pleasing picture, just because.

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doodlings

if life seems jolly rotten, there’s something you’ve forgotten…

…and that’s to laugh and smile and dance and sing.

I discovered a blog yesterday. Longest acres. It’s set on a farm in North Carolina. Already sounds like something from a film, doesn’t it? Anyway, it absorbed my attention so quickly and so fully that I eventually found myself right back at the start, at her very first post (with a little blip of sadness in the middle re: Oscar – you’ll see). Now, I’m not usually an interested-in-farms sort of girl, but this blog makes it look ethereal. You are all, by now, familiar with my weather-preoccupation; this blog is going to be a perfect way of watching seasons change – don’t you agree?

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fashion

we’ll still be best friends when all turns to dust

It can seem, at times, as if the task of putting together a fashion magazine might appear a little like Nero’s proverbial fiddling while Rome burns… Fashion is one of the great pleasures in life and it is clear that, no matter how difficult the times, the urge, for many of us, to make the most of how we look is primal… As countries struggle to right themselves in this period of extreme turmoil, I hope ‘Vogue’ provides a welcome dose of escapism and inspiration – while also being, like fashion, a product of the age. – Alexandra Shulman

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doodlings, food

oh my love, my love, this can really be

Well, I feel like the weekend is already over, when really, I’m only halfway through – what a treat. Did you all enjoy The Wedding? WE DID. We celebrated with bunting, patriotism, a cardboard Kate and Wills (which proved handy for waving at passers-by later in the day), Pimms, fizz, bangers’n’mash, fish’n’chips, cupcakes’n’cookies, dancing to Julie Rogers, laughing about nun shoes, pointing at horrible hats, singing along to Jerusalem, praising the Queen for wearing buttercup yellow, cheering at Phillip for being a general loose canon, wolf-whistling at Pippa, crying at Spitfires, cooing at the bridesmaids and page-boys (and, of course, emitting the odd squeal when Becks came into shot). All in all, a day to remember. And now, for the anthem of the day and a snapshot or three. Enjoy.

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