It’s snowing.
Last week I pulled out one of my summer shirts and wore it to work. You almost didn’t need your coat in the afternoon. In a burst of optimisim, I put all my heavy jumpers (sweaters) in the loft (attic).
And now it’s motherfuckingsnowing.
Thirty-eight days until I’m in LA. . .
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We went to Didcot to have lunch with Sean, Sacha and Emily yesterday. I know this is trite but when you don’t see the little one for a few months, it blows your mind how big she gets. I fully expect the next time we see her that she will be doing back flips and conjugating verbs.
She has a little cyst on the bridge of her nose and she is going under the knife today to have it removed. I’m certain she will be fine, but keep a good thought for Sacha and Sean who I’m certain will be smoking their weight in cigarettes today. . .
Update—
She’s out and is fine. . . Although she doesn’t look like the happiest bunny. . .
The collection of tales from UK bloggers that I mentioned a few days ago has been completed and you can buy it from lulu.com at www.shaggyblogstories.co.uk.
Some great news- Lulu has agreed to donate their share of the profits to Comic Relief also. Go get your copy today. It’s for a good cause and you will have something amusing to read!
Walking down Brewer Street in Soho to work this morning I noticed a ten pound note on the pavement (sidewalk). There was no one nearby that I saw that would have dropped it so I swooped and scooped as I walked by.
Then I felt guilty about it.
I looked over my shoulder half expecting that this is some new evil British reality show. Leave semi valuable things on the street and see if someone is desperate enough to pick it up!
No one was there.
Then I wondered if a serial killer has coated the bill with some toxic bacteria or a virus and because I was so greedy for a tenner I am going to die a horrible, painful, disfiguring death.
Then I said fuck it and bought myself a cup of coffee.
“The making of a great compilation tape, like breaking up, is hard to do and takes ages longer than it might seem. You gotta kick off with a killer, to grab attention. Then you got to take it up a notch, but you don’t wanna blow your wad, so then you got to cool it off a notch. There are a lot of rules.” -High Fidelity
Neil has a nifty idea.
He writes, “The first rule of mix club is don’t talk about mix club …
The second rule of mix club is let me know if you are interested in swapping mix cds with random people on an occasional basis.”
If you’re keen go to Dogwood Tales!
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I succumbed to the most ubiquitous item that you will see on a London street.
I now own a pair of ballet flats (mine however are black).
While I am mildly disturbed at my caving in on this fashion point, I have always liked ballet flats. I just haven’t gotten them before because everyone else seems to wear them.
If however, I tell you at some point that I have decided to pair them with fuchsia fishnets or with a dress worn over a pair of jeans, or with leg warmers, you have permission to throttle me.
This is absolutely hysterical.
The proposed new fees are here.
GULP
For the Indefinite Right To Remain- what I will be applying for in November, the fee has gone from £335 to £750. . . and that’s the one where you mail your passport in and they will probably lose it. If you do the premium service instead of £500 they are proposing £950.
Pounds £££
GULP GULP
And the terrible thing is they are proposing that these fees start April 1. At least I have some time to save if it goes through. (Might not be coming to see you in July Mom.)
What really bothers me is it seems like they are trying to price out everyone other than a certain class of people that can afford these fees. It smacks of racism to me.
I am also rather pissed to have to pay 450 more than I expected when I was already stressing the 500.
Fuckers.
You can read more at the UK Yankee forum here.
This will be going to Parliament in the next week. If you are in the UK you can write to your MP here.
So you know how I said that we would be seeing The Police in September?
Stuart first realized that something was amiss when he looked at the concert dates on the official Police Website and they didn’t have a date for Cologne while the company that we bought the tickets from (Tickett Out) did. Slightly worrying as Stuart has already booked and paid for the flights and the hotel.
Our fears were amplified after reading reviews for the company on Blagger.
They were confirmed when you try to call the company and the message basically says, “We’re out of business, don’t bother leaving a message.†When you go to their Website now you are redirected to a Insolvency Notice.
Fuckers.
Stuart filed a complaint with his credit card company so hopefully we will get the cash back.
So bad news. No Police.
Good news is I hear that Cologne is lovely.
Richard came over to get Jen’s TV out of our loft. It is rather heavy.
As he strggled to carry it out he said, “That’s okay. We have a saying in Germany. Don’t look a horse in the mouth that’s a gift.”
I smirk, “We have, Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.”
“Oh! You have the same saying?”
He doesn’t understand why Jen and I giggle.
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Not that I think that anyone would be silly enough to steal my ramblings, but in case you may be thinking about it. . . the very act of my writing this means that I own the copyright. Really. Look it up.
So, please don't plagiarize. It just ain't cool. And what I say just isn't that interesting. Trust me. Most of my friends don't even read this.
That being said, I do subscribe to the T.S. Eliot philosophy of "Immature poets borrow, mature poets steal." There is a difference between Stealing and stealing. . . This is not to say that I am mature. If anything. . . I'm rambling aren't I? That's what I do. I ramble. So, yeah. I'll shut up now.
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