Coffee time! And a ham sandwich for brunch due to my lack of butter and thereby the inability to make the toast of my dreams (well, it’s not strictly a sandwich, rather some ham in pitta – have I ever mentioned my phobia of the humble sandwich?). But that’s enough about pitta. I’ve got to [...]
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hope you have a lot of nice things to wear
Anyone else wish they were in polka-dots with the sand beneath their feet? At the moment I’m drinking coffee, trying to speak in French and pondering a massive overhaul of my record collection. All lovely, but I do rather wish I was in polka-dots, sand beneath my feet, not a care in the world…
i use a cobra snake for necktie
Well, my holidays are coming to an abrupt and wholly uninvited end. I’ve had a lovely time, but don’t they go quick? In a flash, one might say. So, in an effort to combat the blues, the countdown to Glastonbury now begins, proper. It’s like 14 weeks away. That’s like nothing. Speaking of which, we [...]
i could tell he was a bum by the muddy boot he wore
I can’t decide if I want/need/love these brogues from Urban Outfitters or not. Instinctively, I love them. But on second thoughts, I worry that they might me look like a golfer or (worse still) a darts player. Or even a cowgirl? But I really, really, really want them. The birds-eye view is my favourite and [...]
don’t let them fool ya, or even try to school ya, oh no!
Woooosh! Snow! Loads of it! This is that proper sort of snow that almost makes you want to go outside in hats and gloves and with everything tucked in and have a snowball fight. (It doesn’t really, I couldnt think of anything I’d less want to do than throw snowballs at someone and have them [...]
'tis the season to be jolly
Yesterday the Christmas markets opened up for general consumption in Manchester. Ohhh yes. This is a very important day in the year as it significantly marks the beginning of the jolly season. If you ain’t jolly from here on in, then there’s something seriously wrong. I mean, how can you fail to be jolly as [...]
if i knew you were comin’ i’d've baked a cake
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: never, I repeat, never leave the house on a Saturday. If it doesn’t involve cocktails, I can guarantee it’s not worth the trip. Everything takes five times longer than usual and everything/everyone/everywhere is ten times more annoying than usual. There are far better ways to spend [...]
