Hi Diddly Dee, an Actor's Life for Me
"Those who agree with us may not be right, but we admire their astuteness."
Cullen Hightower
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Ooh!
I'm possibly a little slow for not knowing about this, but the cat just sat on the keyboard while I was scrolling through Mr Squash's blog and suddenly it got all large. No, not the cat - the blog. Turns out if you hold down the CTRL key while scrolling, you can change the text size. I'm now having fun going through people's blogs making them look odd. Yes, little things... |
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3.4.06 14:49 |
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Friendly Trackbacking
Her Oinkiness, Queen of Spuds, has come up with a game in which we track back to each other. Well, it's much better than being spammed by [deleted] or [censored], innit? |
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3.4.06 16:02 |
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London's Burning
An extract from an MSN conversation late last night: Katja: Ooh, I'm a little worried that the next door building may be on fire Katja: ! Pete: eeK! Katja: I can definitely smell smoke... Katja: Hang on... Pete: k Pete: careful babe Katja: Oh my god - it actually is Yes, the storage warehouse 2 doors down from my flat was burning away merrily at about 11.30 last night. It was all terribly dramatic - there were blue flashing lights, police and firemen and everything. By the time I'd realised, the fire brigade were already there so I didn't get the chance to call 999, which I have to say I was a little disappointed by. Ever the drama-queen, me. I did get the chance to oggle firemen though, which did partly make up for it. Now, an ethical question for all you hardened 20six bloggers: does it make me a bad person that the first thing I thought about when I realised it was happening was how I could blog it? Hey, it could be worse - I wanted to take photos but I thought that might be seen as a little infra-dig -some people are so touchy... |
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7.4.06 12:21 |
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Time for Tea
Maybe it's the weather - tantalising bursts of sunshine followed by yet more cold and rain - but in a fit of something - I know not quite what - the other day I stocked up on biscuits, croissants and crumpets. The croissants and jaffa cakes have already gone to a better place (my stomach - yum) but the crumpets were still, until half an hour ago, sitting in the cupboard. Feeling that this situation should be remedied, I tore open the packet in eager anticipation and stuck them under the grill. Lashings of butter and a thin scraping of marmite later, I felt strangely disappointed. As a child, having tea on a cold Sunday afternoon, post-ride/walk/whatever outdoor activity had happened that afternoon, in front of the fire, was a wonderfully comforting thing for the whole family. We would sit cross-legged on the floor, talk, laugh, warm our toes and squabble over whose turn it was the toasting fork. There was always a battle over who got the seat closest to the fire (the dog usually won, by dint of sitting inside the fire surround - dangerous, but she never learnt, despite having flaming pieces of wood fly out of the fire and burn her on more than one occasion) but it was lazily good humoured and would generally be resolved when the person who had won overheated and had to move. I'm sure the glasses have become ever more rose-tinted with age, but then that's the beauty of nostalgia. Memories are made of this - and the taste of burnt crumpets will forever be associated with warm toes, happiness and a blazing log fire. |
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9.4.06 16:36 |
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The Postman Always Rings Twice
Yes, he actually does. And it's BLOODY ANNOYING. What's wrong with merely pressing the bell once? No, he has to do a fancy double-ring, like a telephone. I find it rather rude, to be honest. It always strikes me as impatient and if it weren't for the fact that he is holding my post (precious Amazon deliveries!) ransom as he does it, I would be tempted to flounce out and challenge him. Fie, sir - postbags at dawn! It's possible I've thought too much about this. |
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12.4.06 12:02 |
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Naughty Thursday
My second Amazon parcel arrived this morning, containing my Lady Chatterley DVD. Now, I did watch it on't telly when it was first shown and I do remember it being a bit naughty, but according to the blurb on the cover it's rated 18 and is (I quote) 'A Passionate Tale of Forbidden Love with a Generous Helping of Very, Very Erotic Sex'. Blimey. |
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13.4.06 10:32 |
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Enormous women wanted...
...to fit into the hundreds of dresses that Monsoon have made in sizes 20 and 22. I'm feeling quite good about myself at the moment, in that I've just been shopping but couldn't find any dresses SMALL enough to fit me; however that doesn't help me with my current sartorial crisis, dammit. |
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13.4.06 16:32 |
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