Ostriches

The image we have of ostriches is of them sticking their heads in the sand to avoid the situation at hand. We think of this as stupid.
Sometimes it is comforting to keep your head buried. It is quiet and peaceful, no one can yell at you. You can’t do anything to make yourself look or feel stupid. You can’t fail at anything.

But there comes a time you have to take your head out, or you suffocate.

Owie!

Well my foot has been hurting so much I actually went to the hospital. Which considering that Ealing hospital was recently exposed as filthy with useless staff, gives you an idea of how much it was hurting.

After a week of limbing about like some Dickensian urchin, I decided enough was enough.

They even X-rayed it, but luckily I haven't broken it. Just bruised it quite badly. So no gym for me, and I'm not to 'over walk'. Sounds to me like carte blanche to be a couch potato. Well, a bed potato as we don't have a couch or a living room for that matter.

Just spent hours making a beaded bracelet to sell on eBay. I tried it on and the bloody thing snapped! Grrrrr.

Cock a Doodle Meh

So I went to the concert last night, despite standing in a huge queue of teenage girls and their parents and getting snowed on.

The support band were a trio called The Famous Last Words, who were just brilliant.

Then Rooster came on....

Not so good. Very samey and took themselves far to seriously. When the tambourine came out I knew it was time to leave.

That annoying blonde presenter of Top of the Pops was there filming. Whipping the teenyboppers into a frenzy.

There is a man on stage moving a guitar!

SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAM!

They've changed the colour of the lights on stage!

SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAM!

That guy is adjusting the mike stand!

You get the idea.

It is too cold here, so tonight will be spent with comfort food and TV. Mmmmmm, warmth

The Three P's

I have been given the three Ps by work; Permanent Contract, Promotion, and most importantly a Payrise!

All I want now is a business trip somewhere nice and warm.

Is still snowing on and off and I supposed to be going to see Rooster in concert at the Electric Ballroom in Camden tonight. I am not that fussed about going, but everytime I decide the weather is horrible and I'll just go home; the sun comes out.

Can I really be bothered to stand outside in the freezing cold to see a generic rock band that I don't particularly rate. They are not exactly The Killers.

Hmmmm.....

How Is It Monday Already?

How? Mind you the family and I packed a whole lot in over the weekend.

Natural History Museum
Leceister Square
Covent Garden
Trafalgar Square
Piccadilly Circus

On Saturday night we went to see The Producers at the Theatre Royal on Drury Lane. Go and see it! It deserves all the awards it has won and more, I laughed until I cried.

Unfortunately the song 'Springtime for Hitler' in my head, my flatmate is German. So I obviously can't wander around the flat singing this. Which makes me want to sing it all the more. Bugger.

It is snowing here, I thought the south was supposed to be temperate and balmy. It's bloody freezing! If I knew it was going to be this bad I'd have stayed in Wales (not true).

Yays!

As I write this my parents and sister are in the car on their way to London to spend the weekend with me. Which is great as even though I speak to them all the time, I haven't seen them since I went home for Christmas.

The plan is to visit the Natural History Museum, maybe the theatre and Covent Garden. Going to be aces!

Unfortunately I seem to have hurt my foot, don't know how I've done it. But it hurts to walk. Oh noes! But I will manage, nothing is going to stop me from having fun this weekend.

Today has not been a productive day in work, I have managed to read the ENTIRE Questionable Content archive.

Is it 5:30 yet?

(Not so) Secret Recipe

Well, I have been requested on the 'how' for the cheesecake. So here goes;

Ingredients

Disgestive biscuits
Low fat soft cheese
Honey
Rasberries (or other fruit)

Mash 10 digestive biscuits until you have crumbs. Then add honey so that they stick together. Place in the bottom of a pie dish or tin and leave in the fridge for 30mins.

Then take your low fat cheese, I used quark (no, not the sub-atomic particles, though I am sure the taste nice too). Add some honey if you want to sweeten it, and then spread on top of the biscuit base. Arrange fruit on top or in my case tip the punnet out on top of the cheese. I'm dead artistic me

I then put it back in the fridge for another half an hour.

Ta Da, fruity cheesey goodness. Enjoy.

The Culinary Adventures of a Mad Woman. Part Deux

So last night, being a bit bored I decided to see if I could make a cheesecake.

As you do.

So, with a basic idea of what to do I managed to make, with a minimum of mess and hassle a low fat raspberry and honey cheesecake. Which tastes great.

Delia Smith is cacking herself.

How many units?

A friend and I decided to go for a 'quiet drink' in Ealing on Friday.

All went wrong.

After two glasses of white wine we decided to move to a livelier pub and here is where it all went downhill as I switched from wine to vodka, then to shooters, then back to vodka, there was also more wine (rose this time) and I remember doing tequila with the barman. Who was very cute and Australian.

I think perhaps I drank enough to fell your average lorry driver but managed to get us both home and to bed. Also managed to lock out my flatmate (oops!). I also remember seeing a rather odd glow around the bed before falling asleep, but it turned out to be the glow necklace I had received after donating to charity. Forgetting to take it off when in bed, proved a little scary when I found my neck glowing at about 4am.

All in all the best night I've had in ages. Saturday, not so good. But I can't have everything.

I got a Valentine's email, from my phone company. Sums up my romantic life that. Bollocks.

How I long for the club scum of home...

Been discussing nightclubs this afternoon and try as I might (not very hard), I just don't seem to be able to get into clubbing or nightlife in London. Nightbuses seem far more daunting than the Magic Buses of Manc.

So I am feeling nostalgic for all things Manc;

Satan's Hollow, Berlin's (only kidding), Tiger Lounge. Even Club Tropicana in all its club scum stained glory.

Not too mention the myriad junk food options available in Fallowfield alone. Do Kashmiri Spice make the best chicken 'bab ever? Probably.

Mission for the weekend, fill in MSc application for a certain 'world class' university. And find referrees even if it means bribery.

The Culinary Adventures of a Madwoman

As yesterday was Pancake Day (yes - I am aware the real name is Shrove Tuesday but as an atheist I will call it whatever I damn well please!), I decided to make pancakes there. Logical, no?

Unhindered by the fact I have no scales, measuring jug or sieve I proceeded to mix eggs, flour and milk with the hopes of making something edible.

Bet you think it went horribly wrong, don't you? You have so little faith in me, granted after reading this blog that is to be expected.

But no, I succeeded and even managed to flip the buggers over without hitting the ceiling or droping them on the floor. Nor did I set fire to anything.

Admittedly my mixing technique needs work, as the kitchen did look like someone had just blown up the Pilsbury Doughboy.

I ate so much I felt ill, muchus funus.

Later while lying on my bed thinking I was about to burst I rang my sister, we got to talking about Valentine's Day (Boo! Hiss!). Sis tell me her boyf (a student like her) got her new hair straighteners, the ones which work on wet hair.

Last year I got face wash and body lotion, I have appalling taste it would appear. Ah well, at least as a spinster I can sit in on Monday with a tub of ice cream and bitch about what a waste of time Valentine's Day is.

Wanted!

Two respectable (that leaves you out, Drone) and mature (see previous) individuals to act as referees (no, not that kind).

Must have talent for English language, but will basically consider any applicant who can write.

Candidates required to write me glowing recommendations so I might escape my hellish job and return to the haven of further education.

Payment on delivery.

I set myself a target...

to lose some weight and look after my body.

The plan included no chocoloate or sweets during the week. But I think the God's are against me.

Today was someone's birthday in the office, so we had cake as we always do. But have now found out that there are 2 more birthdays in the next week.

Yes, someone up there delights in torturing me. Damn their eyes!