Wednesday, April 30, 2008


Price of fuel, price of tax, price of fixing the damn thing.


I know how this feels...

Sunday, April 27, 2008

Reality Used To Be A Friend Of Mine

While I put my fingers in my ears and shout la-la-la-la (well it seems to be working for the government) at the thought of having to put diesel in my car tomorrow I ponder the more frivoulous parts of life. Lord I have to, despite the fact that I always put the same amount in the car on either Monday or Tuesday and refuse to join in the jerry-can panic brigade, and get considerably less now and since this stupid Grangemouth nonsense kicked off it is about to get even worse if that could be possible and even though the site is within kicking distance of my house and at the moment I am annoyed enough to do some kicking and sometimes I wonder if Gordon Brown let this happen to cripple Scotland's economy because we are getting too big for our boots and want to walk alone and that we had the good sense to oust Labour from top job last year which they seem to find unforgivable and....wait, yes frivolous, think about frivolous...calm...calm....

Anyway, where was I, I have been proud of the stance I take on rot such as I Need A Musical Star And Free Publicity On BBC, Big Brother, Dancing On Ice/With Stars/Come Dancing With Bells On and X Factor.

Oh don't get me wrong, I enjoy such mind-fluff as America/Australia/Britain's Next Top Model and as for Project Runway/Catwalk, as someone who used to actually make and alter my own clothes it is pure manna. Even Biggest Loser, which I found quite awe-inspiring in a is-there-nothing-else-on-God-I-could-do-with-losing-a-few(hundred)-pounds way.

But there I am, on Saturday night, using the excuse that the Hobbits like watching Ant and Dec , glued to Britain's Got Talent (or not as the evidence sometimes proves.) Considering this is not my usual fare and is probably a kick back to being a teen in the 80s (saving grace sort of was my Goth like tendancies) when taste was not required, I am having great fun watching. Even crying at times. Heaven help us. Still the Hobbit show I get afterward is even better, especially the Simon Cowell impressions they do. Worth letting them stay up that late for really.

Anyway, like I said, must think of better things. As part of this self improvement idea of sending out positive vibes and getting them in return....hmmm, I'll let you know how that works out. It is very grim living in Britain at the moment.

I have Project Runway to watch later on, bless you Sky+. It is sad to get so excited over these things but I am old so leave me to it. I do Tim Gunn impressions to the Hobbits who have no idea who he is or what their mad mother is on about but in the manner of Tim Gunn I will endevour to keep my head above water even if it requires more money than I've got... Make It Work.

God Bless I Can Has Cheezburger, it fair cheers a weary soul up.

Saturday, April 26, 2008

While I Was Away

Consider this a quickie catch up. While not being as disastrous as 2007 this year is trundling along on dangerous tracks. There, that was melodramatic enough.

Nothing much has happened. What a let down but nothing happening is better than all the wrong things happening.

I had quite a fight with Tiscali, who only relented to give me back my line after a threat from both Trading Standards and the ISPA. Ridiculous really.

Then, not too long ago I get a very curious early evening visit from Doofus (as he is now known, polite yet gets my point across without being a complete see-saw bitch about it.) He then proceeds to offload all his problems on me, as though I would be sympathetic. There is a whole other blog for this crap though.

Most importantly - the Hobbits.

Poor Youngest Hobbit (pictured in all his pity) ended up in hospital after an incident at school (when asked he vehemently denied falling over, telling everyone who will listen that "Christopher pushed me!" They were playing tig, it happens.) The resulting gash on his forehead, which rather disgustingly was more like a hole, skull glistening with blood visible - yes it was that bad - was "glued" together. A fact that his classmates heard with awe, quickly to be reassured that it was special super-duper hospital glue and not the stuff they use to make models.

Of course not to be outdone during the Easter holidays, Eldest Hobbit trips over his own large feet (well they *are* called Hobbits after all) in the IKEA playarea and off to hospital we go again. This time the gash is beside his eye, same side as his brother's scar but just as nasty looking and he gets. What is it with kid's accidents that the resulting gashes are so horrendous looking?

Apart from giving me some more grey hairs and entertaining hospital staff both of them seem to have come out of the recent emotional events without too much residue. I don't know what lies beneath though, I know Eldest Hobbit is the sensitive one but that doesn't mean that deep down Youngest Hobbit keeps things hidden. I just need to be vigilant and keep reassuring them that as a family we three are going strong.

Tuesday, April 22, 2008