the basics

I find something simple and reassuring in the conditional love of a cat. Usually when I house/catsit, I come over to the house first, get shown around, get to meet the cat(s). This way I know what's what and the resident feline has at least met me in association with it's owners. I think it helps to break the ice. In this case (I'm catsitting at the moment), I didn't get that chance so I just bowled on up to a house I'd never been to before and met 2 cats who, although not scared of me, seemed slightly non-plussed. I was allowed to touch them but not on the head and not for long.

That was 4 days ago. By now, they have come to accept that I'm the one feeding them at the moment so, no matter whose turf this was to start with, and no matter how naturally superior they might be (because aren't all cats superior to humans in their eyes?), I am currently fulfilling my current role as Dispenser of Food and as such, I am now rewarded with being allowed to touch them and am even talked to upon occasion (but really only because I have been derelict or tardy in my feeding duties and need a verbal reminder).

I mean sure, I'm a cat person anyway but I think this is just great. This morning I actually laughed out loud when Esme, the queen of the house, was on my bed and started rolling around and coming up and rubbing her head against my hand. When I was younger I would have thought, "Oh she's so cute, she likes me!" Now, cynical and world-wise with cat experience, I laughed at her and said, "What? I feed you for 4 days and suddenly you decide I'm worthy of marking with your scent?" It's like she's given me 4 days to prove that I'm worth claiming. All because I've fed her regularly. Hilarious!

Cats make me laugh. I love dogs for their natural affection and friendly ways but I kinda like having to earn at least the pretense of civility. Maybe it's that treat 'em mean to keep 'em keen thing that cats have down so well. Maybe it's the stand-offish-ness and aloofness that is a combo of the bad boy and the hard-to-get. Or maybe it's just that my affections can also be won with regular feeding. ;-) Love me, hug me, feed me, I'm not too picky about the order.

about time

After long work and slog, it's nice to see people finally get some reward. Yes, I'm probably biased in this respect because it's my dad but still. He has had a very favourable review which he quotes verbatim anyway and I will too:

Till Noever is the talented author of the five volume fantasy/science fiction series' 'Tethys' which is comprised of "Keaen" (9780615143552, $19.95); "Finister" (9780615137926, $16.95); "Tergan" (9780615139265), 15.95; "Fontaine" (9780615139258, $17.95); and "Tethys" (9780615142630, $19.95). The five volume saga story arc begins more than 300 years after humanity's original drive into interstellar space. Now humans are to be found on a number of far-flung but life-sustainable planets, as well as hundreds of lifeless moons and stellar rocks. When a professional space explorer finds, by chance, the star Caravella which features a dozen planetoids, ore bearing space rocks, and an Earth-sized world of oceans and continents making it especially attractive to human settlement, he intends to return home to sell his discovery, but dies in a mishap. It's years later when his derelict ship is found by a passing space craft manned by 'Turillians', a socio-philosophical sext. Ten years latter a space ship containing some 30,000 colonists in suspended animation and their equipment come into orbit around that discovered plant of the Caravella system and is renamed 'Tethys'. A thousand years later in an area of the planet known as 'The Valley', is the kingdom of Keaen and its capital city of the same name. Enter two young people who are in love and, like all the rest of the inhabitants of Tethys, are ignorant of the original plan behind the settlement of the planet by those long dead Turillians. These two young lovers are about to discover a deeply buried secret that could well alter humanity's future forever. This complex, engaging, and superbly crafted story is played out by a host of memorable characters in five consecutive volumes. Also very highly recommended for fantasy and science-fiction enthusiasts is Till Noever's imaginative and original novel "Seladienna" (9780615142852, $19.95), featuring the descendants of a roman legion who in Emperor Hadrian's reign disappeared into the forests now occupied by the city of London, a man and woman stranded for a brief time in a world not our own, and a world that needs saving -- even if to do so means much of it must be destroyed.

I found it really interesting, the way they've summed up the whole series. For me, and probably others out there reading this, we've read these books one by one as they've been written. We've watched the plots unfold, seen the 'big picture' slowly be revealed. In this review, they provide a background that you only find out part way through the series- and I don't think it's a bad thing, spoiling the surprise as it were, I almost kinda like it.

For me, each book has really been about the individuals and their stories and the 'big picture' was what was holding it all together. In this review, the individuals are almost an afterthought- but not in a bad way- I just found it interesting that when you look at it as a series, the original premise of this whole thing is the overriding factor. And I guess that's why the series works. Book by book, different issues of society and our preconceptions are brought up and are the focus but this is because overall, there's something bigger behind it and a reason why these social constructs are being tackled as subjects in the first place. I think. I am definitely rambling. And repeating myself. Basically, ka pai, good review. Everyone buy all these books now. ;-)

more on Brussels later...

...but for now I just had to post this pic Di took of me and Lauren. It's a fav of mine, mainly because I'm hugging her, (which she hates) and she's grimacing. It's very 'us'.

when not to read your horoscope

1-I am never reading it from the Metro again. Usually the only horoscope reading I do is from the LondonLite on a Monday and Thursday evening on way to or from climbing. It's a retrospective look at my day and talks in abstract manners about how Mars is affecting my moon's third alignment in the second phase of its ascension so there might be some conflict in the work sector today. I like that, it amuses me.

what doesn't amuse me is:

2- reading first thing on a Monday morning:

Another week fraught with crazy misunderstandings and things going wrong. It won't kill you, but it could make you intensely irritated. Just keep double-checking everything.

WTF kind of a reading is that?! Was the person who wrote these in an extremely foul mood? What's their gripe with Gemini? I instantly had to scan to see if other star signs had similar doomsday predictions for their week... I was slightly reassured but nobody seemed to have the end-of-the-world line-up as I did. The I got to work and I had no internet or email or server connection and then I found out that my address book did not make it in the backup of things when my computer was rebuilt on Friday and once the internet was back, one website I needed- just the one, wasn't working and I couldn't download pictures I needed. It was then that I swore never to read a horoscope in the morning again and most probably never from the Metro.

sombre

I have just had an email from home telling me of the death of a sensei. Apparently Glen Webster collapsed and died at training in Invercargill last night. I want to write something about how I will remember him and what he was l ike but I keep going back and deleting everything I write as it seems too trite or simply just not good enough. He was an excellent teacher- patient and explained things well and was able to laugh at both us and himself. He will be missed by us all. Goodbye Glen.

the truth about Juan-Jorge

It would seem that my previous post's photo may have made JJ look larger than he is. He is still quite a sizable plant but here is a picture that puts him in perspective in relation to the rest of my desk. (And for those who are starting to worry about me right now, don't worry. As I ramble on about my new plant which I have named and posted photos of, a part of me is sitting there with it's feet up shaking it's head in a resigned manner saying, "Noever, you really need to get a life. Like seriously.")

what you didn't know you were missing

I'm in a whimsical mood today. Or maybe it's just a whimsical interlude inspired by my new love, Juan-Jorge. (see photo left) I got him last Friday and he is the new light of my life. I walk in to the office in the morning and get to say, "Buenos dias Juan-Jorge. Que tal?" He's not the chatty type but manages to express himself quite well none-the-less. If I'm feeling stressed, I can just glance over at him with his Sideshow Bob hairdo and his wee pot-bellied stomach and I just smile. And so in my Juan-Jorge inspired mood, here is a link to the lyrics of La Bamba. I know you all want to know the real words.

Gaudi-arama

I guess at this point I should tell people that I'm doing lots of little posts today so scroll on down to see all the entries. And for people on Facebook, you will probably have seen these pics before- oh well.

This is a shot from the roof spine at Casa Batlló.


This is a shot of the chimneys from La Padrera. Several people have said it's quite Star Wars-esque which I'd have to agree with. One thing I love about Gaudi's architecture is that it is fabulous to have abstract photos of and yet be totally recognisable for that it is. Which may be an oxymoron because if you know what it is, it's not abstract. Hmm... well I know what I mean... This picture is also currently my desktop background.


Not a Gaudi shot one but I was highly amused that beach signs in Barcelona were in comic-styled speech bubbles. I just wish I knew what it said...


Right, time to start work. More piccies later.

bloomin' marvellous

I came home from Barcelona to find that my garden had gone crazy in my absence. The sunflowers I had left as seeds were as tall as my middle finger (and they're about as tall as my hand by now) and my lillies were finally starting to come out. For the record, I am not a fan of pink- at least not in clothing- (I did that unto death up to the age of almost 10 and judging from photos at the age of 7 or 8, all I owned was pink clothing...) but when it comes to plants I am just crazy in love with pink. So coming home to this hot pink lilly was pretty gosh darn cool. We'd bought a bag of mixed bulbs so had no idea what colours would come up. It seems I have red and pink ones and Mother Nature is the only entity I would forgive for this faux pas colour combination.


Pink lillies


Red lillies


And finally- my chilli plants. Check these bad boys out. Everywhere there are those little white buds- well potentially they can be chillies. And I have four plants- I think I'm gonna have to learn how to dry them.

happy birthday to me

I got several lovely cards for my birthday but this had to be my fav. Every time I look at it I snigger. Some of my friends know me freakishly well...


My birthday this year almost felt like a non-event as it was the first year that I haven't planned a party or gone out for dinner or cooked a fancy dinner myself for friends. Dinner had been booked a while ago for the night before my birthday and since Kerry's birthday is 5 days before mine and we were going out for dinner with most of our friends, we figured that it could count as the birthday event. [Please note that in the picture to the left, I am holding a musical cake slice. Oh yes. What was I saying about my friends knowing my freakishly well? I am also using my hand to hold back double chins to show how good my jawline can look when not impeded by me throwing my head back or pulling my chin in when I laugh.] As a result the actual day itself was very laid back. I did a yoga workshop (which left me almost immobilised in my upper body for several days. It is only now that I can reach around to scratch my back again.)

not enough hours in the day

I've worked out that to keep up to date on all the blogs I'm interested in or even just at least the ones written by my friends and check emails and keep in touch with people I'm meant to and maybe even have the luxury of getting to blog myself, I would need at least an hour a day. Realistically something close to 2. Which is a lot of time- and I don't have it. So here is a blanketing apology to everyone I should be writing to whom I haven't and maybe, just maybe, I'll get to blog tomorrow.(As if.)

oh well

I had the best of intentions- come home, pack, watch Little Miss Sunshine, clean the flat and blog about Portugal then sleep. Exactly how I thought I'd fit all that in I don't know... All I do know is that I intend to try to shut my eyes for an hour and a bit and then I have to get on my way. So no piccies of Portugal for you lot. I also don't imagine I'll be blogging much whilst in Spain but we shall see.

Peace out.

olé!

So yes, I have to post all about Portugal and yes, I haven't even posted about my last trip to Portugal but for now, even the impending excitement of Barcelona has been temporarily eclipsed but Brussels. Yeah. Who'd've thought? I'm going to Brussels for a supershort weekend at the end of June and really only because one of my friends needs a visa for trip to Italy in July but can't get an Italian one so is hoping to get a 3 month shengen one*. Not that that really matters to anyone but us so anyway- I was going along because it was somewhere new to see and I thought the food should be good but had no idea what there was to see and wasn't too excited until my friend sent me this link. A comic strip museum in a building built by Victor Horta?!!! Oh my God yes! Out pops my inner supergeek. I loveloveLOVE seeing places I've studied or buildings by the people I've studied. Or chairs by them or anything else. It's way cool and makes me way happy. Oh my God there's even a whole Victor Horta Museum. Soooooooooooooooooo cool. My friends may not want to go but I am so there. Yay yay yay.

how about you just drive the car?
On my train the other night there was a man in a suit reading a user manual for a Mercedes Benz. With a bookmark. WTF?

stumbling again
It's been a while since I've given any cool links to check out so this should make up for it a bit:

COOL 3M AD
WHY NOT TO THROW PAPERCLIPS AT WORK
POLITICS EXPLAINED- I'm sure everyone's had this email forwarded around at some point but I still find it amusing.
BENDER CURIOSITIES if you're a Futurama geek then this will make you stare in awe. You are not an übergeek fan in comparison to the people who made this site.
COOL CLOCK
NICE AFRICA IMAGES
LEONARDO DA VINCI DRAWINGS ever since first seeing his sketches, I have been in love with this man's work. Not so much his paintings but the sketches- I could look at them forever.
THIS ART REMINDS ME OF SCHOOL DIARAMAS.
CLEVER HOMES- I liked the models of the houses

*travelling as a Kiwi is so easy but if you're a South African, everything is a hassle and needs a VISA.

sniffle snuffle snot- again

I am currently wallowing in full-blown oh-woe-is-me-ness. This can't just be hayfever. Have I finally succumbed to a version of what has been making the rounds of my friend's flat? I hope not. I have four rainy days to look forward to in Portugal and at the moment not even the thought of going all pruney in the jacuzi makes me feel better because my brain is leaking down the back of my throat, I have soggy cotton wool in my sinuses, my face is exploding and I feel like a whale. Man but I'm good at being grumpy. AND my flight tomorrow is at God-awful-early-o'clock in the morning so that I might as well not even bother going to sleep at all. And I forgot my camera yesterday so no pictures of cute baby animals. BA HUMBUG.

here comes the sun

You're telling me this is a toy?

Yeah...I dunno aye. You can see more of these creations and similar things on superdeux.com. [FYI: I think this is a cool site just in general. Funky little intro animation, nice layout, good material, yada yada yada.] There are quite a lot of these 'toy' things out at the moment, I'm just not sure how well the term 'toy' is sitting with me. To me a toy is something you play with and the thought of kids sitting down and playing house with these things disturbs me a bit. Yeah, yeah, I know, they're toys for adults but they're not getting played with then, are they? I mean I do think they're cool and fun and funky and some are cute and not scary but to me they're design objects, not toys. But where's the line?

learning the hard way
I'm looking after the horse-sized "kitten" again before I go to Portugal for the weekend (bad weather forecast, don't want to talk about it, why does it always rain when I go to Portugal and why do I not get the hint?!) and there is a park nearby so last night I decided to go for a wonder. I decided at the last minute not to bring my camera because it's just a park right? What's to see. Oh boy was I wrong. This 'park' is AMAZING. I saw deer (yup, you'd best believe) and lots of birds- with babies, and rabbits and squirrels. Now I know an instinctive Kiwi reaction when hearing rabbit is to spit to the side and reach for a gun or a club but these guys were CUTE (plus they're not a pest here) and I had great fun trying to find all their little homes. It was just incredible, this place was like some Eden with all these animals roaming around not really too scared of the people. So today after work I'm geeking it up, hopping on Jane's bike (yep, this park is huge and I'm going exploring), taking my camera and the bread that's going mouldy and will venture forth in search of photo opportunities of supercute baby birdies (the only ones I'm likely to get close enough to because I can bribe them with food) and miscellaneous wildlife. I'm hoping for deer. I'm also quite, quite geekily excited about the whole thing. Hopefully I'll have glorious nature pics tomorrow.

lest we forget
This blog is about me. Well it is now that Kitty's gone solo and right now I'm doing my darndest to wallow in oh-woe-is-me-ness (which is hard when it's gloriously sunny and I'm going on a nature safari after work) because I have a horrible cold- that is unless it's actually even more horrible hayfever. I currently feel like someone has chiseled in the my brain via my sinuses and then stuffed with with cotton wool except they missed a bit because some of my brain fluid is leaking down the back of my throat. Yummy. That said though, I was in a pretty foul mood when I woke up this morning and my eyes were so puffy I could hardly see out (this indicates hayfever) this morning but now I'm finding that the sunshine and the thought of seeing baby animals tonight plus a bike ride is making me way to Suzy Sunshine to be grumpy.

pushing the envelope

good old Dunners
This picture was posted on my father's blog and all I can say is what the hell? Discovering that had to add a surreal touch to his day...

did nobody watch Dark Angel?

Scientists want to fuse human cells with animal eggs to create mixed-species embryos

Yup, you heard me. Read more here. This is a topic where I could potentially rabbit on for ages because it is such a can or worms. But I think we really are starting to head in to a time where things written of not so long ago are starting to happen fo' real. But because I don't have enough time to go in to this topic in any depth right now, I'll be brief: I understand that genetic research is, on some level, "necessary" but I also firmly believe that humans are far too curious and will fiddle with things as much as they can and eventually fuck them up. In actual fact I am super-torn on this issue. The tree-hugging-hippie part of me wants to say, "There's a cycle to things and we're made the way we are for a reason* so why mess with the fundamental nature of things? You're screwing with the fabric of the universe in a way." The other part tells me that that is an incredibly naive point of view and that things are far more complicated than that and that some of this fiddling with the fundamentals is necessary. And while those two are fighting it out, I have a third person on the sideline watching in amusement but who is thinking: This is all well and good and they might say that if you can mix animal and human DNA to make a combo embryo that it's illegal to let it grow to the point where it's a "real" personimal** but if it can be done someone will do it. Why? Because they can. Because it's human nature. Because we're envelope pushers. And I really do believe that that in the end we're going to f*ck ourselves over because of it. Curiosity killed the cat? HA! Cats have nothing on us...

* which is where my inner existentialist sniggers, then thinks better of it, coughs politely to get my attention and says with a sceptically raised eyebrow, "A reason? As in a greater purpose? As in a grand design? As in exactly that which you have decided doesn't exist?" At this point I wrinkle my nose, squint my eyes and tell it to piss off. This is more about balance which is a different kettle of fish all together. My IE looks at me with both eyebrows raised now, clearly believing that I'm taking the easy way out of this debate. Which I am. So sue me.

** a whole can of worms I'm not even gonna open right now but I ask you (and I haven't even decided my own personal answer on this one)- at what point does it become a "real boy"?

cats & cake

Last Friday I went to see Cats at the Wimbledon Theatre. I really thought I liked Andrew Lloyd Webber musicals. I was prepared to overlook The Woman In White (*shudder* I try not to think of it) because I'd seen Jesus Christ Super Star and Phantom of the Opera, and Evita (some just as films but still...) and liked them all but for some reason I just didn't really seem to warm to Cats. I knew it was based on poems by T.S. Eliot but personally I just didn't think it hung together. Where was the plot? As far as I could see, it was about a bunch of cats, we got introduced to some different characters, one was a bit tragic, crisis hit in the disappearance of the cat leader but he was returned safe and sound and at the end the tragic kitty went towards the light. Bleh. I just didn't care. Cat leader disappears- who cares? Cat leader returned- whoop-dee-f*cking-do. Tragic cat character- not so tragic to me. I mean it was all nice enough but the whole thing just left me a bit unmoved.

I also find that initially I take a bit of warming to a musical. It's like the first time they start doing that talk/singing thing my brain goes, "What?! Why don't they just sing or just talk? Why are they talking but almost singing? Soooooooooooo naff." If it's a good musical, I tend to be able to just take it in my stride after a while but if it's not, well it ruins it all for me.

I'm currently watching the end of Pride and Prejudice (the BBC version, the only real one)- I watched the 2nd three episodes as I made dinner and then two banana cakes. I happened to mention to Kez on our walk that I was making one tonight and she asked with a winsome smile if I'd use their old bananas too and make them one too and I'm not the kind of girl to deny someone cake. Speaking of which, I should go check the oven... Toodles.

no zzz for me

I had planned to get an early night but here I am watching the final of season 2 of Grey's Anatomy (I know, I know, the UK is waaaaaaaaaay behind) and indulging in a beer. Lotte went to a NZ store and brought me a Monteith's Raedler. Mmm... yummy. It's more gingery than I remember though- still, good beer. I am all alone for 3 weeks now as Sarah and Sean have taken off to China and it's a little weird to be kicking around here all on my lonesome. Stalkers take note, now is the time to bust your move. Just please bust it with chocolate and flowers, I like chocolate and flowers. And make sure you knock because already I am getting way to comfortable and doing anti-social things like leaving the door open when I go to the bathroom.


Last night Kitty and I went out for dinner for my friend Lauren's 30th. When we got back we ended up pulling an all-nighter because she was due to fly out at 6.50am which meant leaving here at 3.30am. Hence no point in sleeping. I even took the bus with her to Clapham because she hadn't done it before and it was 3.30 on a Sunday morning and when we got on the bus oh boy was I glad that I'd decided to accompany her. There were drunk people on that bus, loud drunk people which, when you think about it, makes sense because 3.30 on a Sun morn is also the end of a Sat night. And the last thing a girl needs when catching a bus to a destination you've never been at 3.30am is the added worry and distraction of obnoxious drunk men when you're all on your lonesome. And then we get to Clapham and the train's been canceled but justice triumphed and we got it sorted and Kitty got off just fine and I got to head home and sleep.

But no sleeping in for me, today was museum with Lotte day who is heading back to NZ at the end of June so is starting to try to tick things off her list of places=to=see that you never seem to get around to when you actually live here. So today was the Childhood Museum and the Museum of London. The MoL was pretty standard stuff but I really liked the Childhood Museum (oh shit, seems that Romeo Must Die is on after Grey's and you should all know by now what a martial arts/action movie whore I am. How can I go to bed when there's cheese like that to watch? Now I'm never going to catch up on my sleep.) which is full of toys and boardgames and everything from your childhood, in fact everything from everyone's childhood since, like, forever. Some things totally cracked me up like examples of early typographers and some seriously freaky-assed dolls.


These are two examples of early typographers learning the hard way. Come on, don't laugh too hard, we've all done it before. Maybe I really am a typography geek but I just found these two pics waaaaaay cute.



From the plaque:Pregnant Doll, 1992Here is a pregnant doll with a baby you can deliver- but it's not much like real life! When the baby is removed you can put a flat stomach back on the doll. Made in China. WTF?! "Put on a flat stomach." We wish. As if it's that easy.


From the plaque:Blythe, 1972 Blythe was only made for one year. If you pull the cord on her back her eyes change colour five times. She was designed by Marvin Glass & Associates for Kenner. Now maybe it's just me but I find Bythe just a bit scary. And imagine if those eyes changed colour five times... FREAK OUT!


A doll house for boys- a butcher shop. The vege in me was a smidge revolted.


And this one chuffed Lotte. Bricks named after her!

And finally, some interesting info about Barbie: Did you know? Barbie was closely modelled on Lilli, an earlier German fashion doll. As a model, she wore a risqué striped swimsuit, a pair of while high heels, and sunglasses. Barbie's full name is Barbara Millicent Roberts. She has had 5 sisters, 43 pets and over 80 careers. She has been produced in more than 45 nationalities and is sold in 150 countries. Go Barbie!

you do it to yourself

I don't know what it was last night- the piously induced endorphin high from running or the warm curry glow, or maybe it was just laughing with friends- either way, last night was a fab night and I went to bed happy with all thoughts of anger as far away from my mind as possible. Opting for the quick fix, I did a couple of sprints around the park instead of my normal run and as a result, I can hardly move today. My run this morning was done at a snail's pace because I hurt so much. I'm shin-splint-prone so I always run on grass and I can't tell if my bones hurt or if my calf muscles have finally rebelled but I can tell that they hurt like buggery. It doesn't feel like the usual pain down the front of my legs but instead like someone is nailing a spike through the middle of my leg. I think I'll have to go easy on the whole running (wheezey shuffle) thing.

We get curry from the Indian Takeaway below us and when we order, we always make a point to say that we're from upstairs and we get free poppadoms and a discount. It's great- and last night we even got monster portion sizes so yay for our friendly neighbourhood Indians. Sarah managed to pack away a phenomenal amount of curry and I nearly lost mine due to my stomach cramping as I laughed at the look of horror on Sean's face as Sarah just kept on keeping on. It was a thing of beauty.

corrupting the young
Speaking of the Indians- they live above the takeaway and have a roof beside ours and their kids play out on the roof. With the onset of summer, Sean, Sarah and I seem to be the new objects of interest and the first sunny weekend when I was out on the roof, the kids were out all the time chatting to me. The wee girl, who seems about 8, had a lot of questions about Sean. "Who is that man who is always out on the roof with you?" Oh, Sean? "Who is he?" He lives with me and my friend Sarah. "Isn't he your friend?" Yes, he's my friend too, we all live together. That night we had dinner out on the roof and as I was taking in the last of the stuff, the girl came out again with more questions. "That man was out here again." yes... "Who is he?" That's Sean. [So here's me thinking, "Umm dude, I thought we covered this..."] "But who is he?" That's Sean, he lives with us. "Oh he lives with you and your sister?" Noooo..... Sarah's not my sister, she's my friend, he's my friend, we all live together. "Oh. I thought two of you were married." [to myself: WTF?!] Oh Sean and Sarah are together but they're not married. Oh the disapproving look I got from that 8 year old girl. And nothing gets up my nose like disapproving snooty piety from a child so I just said, "Mmm." in a suitably smug and smirky way and went inside. Once I got inside I burst out laughing and when Sean and Sarah asked what was so funny all I could chant in a childish manner was, "You're living in si-in." What a look in to another culture. I guess to them it makes perfect sense that I, as a single girl, could leave the safety of my parents' home if I were to live with my sister and her husband. But instead I am a single female living with two friends who are sleeping together but aren't married. Oh. My. God. Sean is a king living it up and Sarah and I are dirty slapper ho-bags. But it gets better, since this incident, the kids don't talk to us any more. Yeah, true story. I don't know if they've been told not to talk to the morally depraved people next door or if they decided it themselves but I see them and say hi and they do not say hi back. Personally, I find it hilarious. Luckily, this whole incident doesn't seem to have effected our relationship with the curry takeaway downstairs, thank God.

you'd best believe

I get a lot of forwarded mail from my friends. Most of them are those "funny" emails which I can cope with, some are even good for a bit of a giggle, but every now and then they send me ones which just f*ck me off. They make me wonder how smart my friends really are and surely they're not retarded enough to believe these things? It seems they are, bless them. The latest one I got this morning was:

hi guys Sorry to break the news, but looks like all of those
warnings were real! The use of msn and mail will cost money from summer 2007. If you send this message to 18 different people from your list your little msn icon will become blue and that will make it free for you. If you dont believe me go on (www.msn.com) and see it yourself. Dont foward this message, copy paste it so people will actually read it.

Hey it is Andy and john the directors of MSN, sorry for the interruption but msn is closing down. this is because too many inconsiderate people are taking up all the name (eg making up lots of different accounts for just one person), we only have 578 names left. If you would like to close your account, DO NOT SEND THIS MESSAGE ON. If you would like to keep your
account, then SEND THIS MESSAGE

TO EVERYONE ON YOUR CONTACT LIST. This is no joke, we will be shutting down the servers. Send it on, thanks. WHO EVER DOES NOT SEND THIS MESSEAGE, YOUR ACCOUNT WILL BE CLOSED AND YOU WILL COST £10.00 A MONTH TO USE. SEND THIS TO EVERYONE ON YOUR CONTACT LIST. NOW YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO. PLEASE DO NOT FORWARD THIS or REPLAY. COPY
THE WHOLE EMAIL. GO BACK TO YOUR INBOX AND CLICK ON NEW. AND PASTE THANK YOU FOR YOUR ATTENTION

hey everyone, i dont normally send this sort of stuff out but had
a look on the internet and its actually true . On the 30th of november , we will have to pay for the use of our MSN and email accounts unless we send this message to at least 18 contacts on your contact list. It's no joke if you don't believe me then go to the site (http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/business/1189119.stm) and see for yourself. Anyways once you've sent this message to at least 18 contacts, your msn dude will become blue. please copy and paste don't forward cos people won't take notice of it

I mean for the love of Christ. Who on this earth could believe this? I also checked out the link mentioned and yes, there is a story on BBC news where it is rumoured that MSN might start charging (might) but how on earth does that lead people to believe that forwarding spam to 18 people (WTF kind of number is that anyway?!) is going to help apart from proving how many stupid people there are in this world? (If it sounds like I'm starting on a bit of a rant here, you wouldn't be wrong. Stupid spam is on my Top10 list of things that really get me riled.) I mean how is MSN going to know how many people you forward your mail to? HOW? I mean I could sanction Big Brother paranoia about it if you use hotmail but let's face it, most people don't any more. *deep breath* Right. I am going to try to calm down now and not sit here waving my hands in the air shouting, "WHY? HOW? Why are people so stupid? How can they believe this? Why are some of my friends this stupid? WHY? HOW? WTF?!!" Okay. I'm done now. (Until the next thing starts me off...)

the legacy of kitty
I know that everyone has songs that they associate with certain people and times in their life. For me, Hey Ya will always remind me of my final days at Critic but also strongly of Kitty and Kate. Oh the final Thursday nights when we would be shaking our booty around the office to this song (apparently Kate would know what time it was to the half hour because I would get up, have a wee walk around, then put on some music and start shaking my ass) while Holly was proofing the mag... And now, the new song which will remind me of Kitty- irreplaceable. I'm not a fan of Beyonce really but it's hard not to love it with Kitty singing it ALL THE TIME, but with such cute enthusiasm. She's even got me singing along... Before Kitty arrived, my flatmate Sean commented that she might be a little freaked out by our flat and think we're weird. I smiled at him and said that he hadn't met Kitty. Also, I think it's cute that he thinks that I only act crazy/cool with him and whereas yes, not everyone is special enough for me to dance around the kitchen with and give special high-fives to, Sean is not alone in this treatment.

the onus of hosting
Having someone stay with me, I feel an obligation to provide a "full" London experience. Kitty needs to have curry & chips, see sights (Kitty almost tried to talk me out of posing for big/smalls. For shame KittyKat.), have a pub meal, have a cooked breakfast, get rained on horribly, jump in to a crowded tube train, shop in grandiose stores, sample my local French delicatessen, and so many other little things. Most of it involves food, you will note... I also can't take any time off work so I try to do what I can on the weekends and evenings but worry that I'm not preforming my hostess duty to the mostest. At any rate, Kitty is too polite to complain so I'll just assume she's getting what she needs out of this trip. We spent a major part of our weekend house/kitten-sitting although Kitty's reaction on walking in the door was, "That's not a kitten, that's a fucking horse!" I tried to look at Arthur in an objective manner and yes, he is almost 10 months old no not really a baby any more and he is larger than many fully grown cats that I have known but he's still a baby to me. I love looking after him. He tolerates my hugs, has funny personal habits and, most importantly, he purrs. If you're a cat person you may understand this but there are few things nicer than a purring kitty. I get quite nostalgic over that contented rolling rumble they generate.

me and my cooked breakfast. lucky thing I like mushrooms, I think they gave me a whole field...


whilst having coffee in Tate Modern, Kitty and I couldn't resist taking arty photos and giving ourselves halos. I mean who could?


Here I am trying to hold an umbrella in rain whilst holding a camera, protect afore-mentioned camera from the afore-mentioned rain and take a photo in a gap in the foot traffic. I think I look hilariously wannabe-covert.


cryptic
Life is throwing me a couple of curve balls at the moment and due to their nature, I'm not gonna be discussing them online but what I am gonna be doing is seeking solace in wine and curry with Kitty tonight. (And a run after work, no time for gym today so I'd better get my ass out for some form of fat-burning.) There will probably be more singing along with Beyonce and booty shaking. A girl does what it takes to lighten up, pride has no place in these matters. ;-)