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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Out of body
You know when you're so tired that you can't see straight and your limbs don't seem connected to your body? That's what I'm like at the moment. And I still haven't worked out no.10 on Pete's list. |
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9.5.06 16:12 |
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What is the most boring job in the world?
Answer: the one I'm currently doing. I am entering thousands (I do not exaggerate in the slightest) of names and addresses into a database. I have done 3067 so far and have probably three times that still to do. Admittedly, I might get it done faster if I didn't blog and spend my time on messenger/gchat (incidentally, where ARE all you buggers at the moment - I need distraction), but I'd probably also go mad and develop a nasty case of typist's fingernail or something. Ahem.
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12.5.06 11:01 |
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Wild parties and yellow pages adverts
Dammit - I wish I could find the cable thingy (gosh, I'm so technical) that attaches the camera to the computer. I've got a great photo and no way to transfer it onto here. Oh well - have the story anyway. The girl-cat was sick on the dining table the other day. Firstly: eww. Secondly: the nature of puke means that there is acid therein, which eats into polish and leaves a mark. Thirdly: the mark is distinctly phallic in shape, which is amusing (oh, come on - it is) until The Architect suggests having friends round for supper tomorrow night and I realise that I would have to explain the mark, thereby probably putting them off their food quite effectively. I have therefore spent this morning scrubbing away with white spirit to soften the edges of the mark and shall spend this afternoon applying many layers of wax polish. If it turns out well I might change careers and become a furniture restorer. Just for fun, y'know. |
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13.5.06 14:04 |
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Eek!
My friends Susie and Lee have just got engaged - hurrah! Last week Susie phoned me up to ask if I would be at home today, as her engagement ring was being delivered and she needed someone to sign for it. She's a journalist and is out covering a story and Lee is a SPY and works at a secret location, unknown to postmen (He's not really, but he can't have packages delivered to his workplace for security reasons). I'm all like, 'yeah, sure, no problem!' I then thought harder about this and started to panic - it's quite a responsibility, y'know. What if the cat is sick on it or something? Bearing in mind her fearsome stomach acid the ring would dissolve in a matter of moments and then I'd be in trouble. Yikes! Susie's great, but I confess she scares me a bit. This is the woman who reported from the front line in Basra - she could totally kick my arse. Anyhoo - it's just arrived. Eek! So now I'm in a quandary - do I go out shopping, leaving the ring unattended in the flat, at the mercy of vomitous cats and burglars? Or do I stay in and blog, while desperately trying to resist the temptation to open the parcel and sneak a peek? Oof - it's a toughie. |
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15.5.06 11:02 |
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Oh, hell
I really dislike the Pope right at this minute - because of his visit to Poland my trip there has been cancelled. Please excuse me while I throw some things around and cry with frustration.
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16.5.06 15:16 |
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Hmmm
I'm not sure I'd be too happy if my job title were Large Corporate Partner. It sounds rather too much like a personal comment.
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17.5.06 14:49 |
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In Praise of Asparagus
I enjoyed an evening of decadence last night, soaking in the bath with a glass of wine and then eating my first bunch of asparagus of the year - delicious. The delicate taste of asparagus is, however, only half the story. If you're looking to seduce someone with food, it has to be in your top 5 choices. 9 1/2 weeks is proof that any food can be sexy, but asparagus is more so than most. It's not just its shape - although that is undeniably phallic - but the way in which it is eaten. No knives and forks here; this is one of the few foods which etiquette dictates be picked up with your fingers. Best served warm, I then smother it with melted butter combined with a squeeze of lemon juice and a little cracked black pepper. As you eat, the butter will dribble down your fingers and chin, but then half the fun is licking it off again - and if you're licking it off somebody else then so much the better. Unfortunately for me, Sean Bean was busy last night, but you can't have everything, I suppose. |
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18.5.06 13:07 |
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