Have you ever thought that cereals maybe a little over rated?
Nestle and Kellogg’s are one thing (i'm sure golden nuggets do wonders for your digestive system) but what about these healthier options.
Take today for example…happily munching away on a bowl of Jordans Crunchy Oats (for the slightly more mature of the cereal lovers) then it suddenly dawned on me. Bloody hell I’m eating bird food!
Granted it tastes good, but it’s definitely something one should not attempt to eat if in a hurry. None the less its constancy of British oats (for the more patriotic citizens of society) raisons, almonds and honey, should have my taste buds self combusting with excitement. Or not.
Yes, in short I have turned into a flamboyant, seed loving, individual, with the highlight being the occasional sweet flavoured raison in a bowl full of crap.
Wednesday 22 July 2009
Monday 20 July 2009
Similarities between choosing a car and a man.
Shopping for a new car. Surely this should be one of the easiest jobs in the world; you walk in to a showroom, are greeted by a musty smelling middle aged man, sprouting a rather unconvincing attempt to bring back the moustache, see a car you like and voilá your purchase is made. Sadly this is never the case.
Trying to find this perfect car is much like receiving a present from your Nan at Christmas. You’re stupidly excited because its Christmas, endless food, whisky/ Bailey drinking and sleep (Could it be any more perfect?) but at the same time what lies beneath that layer of 1960’s wrapping paper could potentially ruin your day. “Thanks Nan another pack of biscuits and a book on British birds. You shouldn’t have.”
So you gradually tick of the lists of garages and mope off to the next one. Even more determined to find the car you want. “I don’t care if it looked gorgeous on the outside, did you see those seats?” You become so precise about what you’re looking for that nothing will do. You know what you want and no matter how many how many dealers you go to (all were of course trying to rip you off and you know that car isn’t worth that much, in fact by the end of the day your contemplating running your own garage) you still keep looking.
The right car is out there, cursing along country lanes and screaming out for you, its sole mate, its one and only. But don’t fear….auto trader is here. And what better way to spend your afternoons than find a car that’s perfect, ring up and demand you MUST have it, you’ve spent weeks looking for one just like it, could it get any better than this?
Me: “Hi was looking at your advert online, I was wondering if you still had the…”
Salesman: “Nah sorry love, sold it 2 weeks ago.”
…typical.
Trying to find this perfect car is much like receiving a present from your Nan at Christmas. You’re stupidly excited because its Christmas, endless food, whisky/ Bailey drinking and sleep (Could it be any more perfect?) but at the same time what lies beneath that layer of 1960’s wrapping paper could potentially ruin your day. “Thanks Nan another pack of biscuits and a book on British birds. You shouldn’t have.”
So you gradually tick of the lists of garages and mope off to the next one. Even more determined to find the car you want. “I don’t care if it looked gorgeous on the outside, did you see those seats?” You become so precise about what you’re looking for that nothing will do. You know what you want and no matter how many how many dealers you go to (all were of course trying to rip you off and you know that car isn’t worth that much, in fact by the end of the day your contemplating running your own garage) you still keep looking.
The right car is out there, cursing along country lanes and screaming out for you, its sole mate, its one and only. But don’t fear….auto trader is here. And what better way to spend your afternoons than find a car that’s perfect, ring up and demand you MUST have it, you’ve spent weeks looking for one just like it, could it get any better than this?
Me: “Hi was looking at your advert online, I was wondering if you still had the…”
Salesman: “Nah sorry love, sold it 2 weeks ago.”
…typical.
Friday 17 July 2009
Writers block.
Wow havn’t written here for ages, maybe it means I finally got a life…if only! After 3 weeks of generally bumness (yes that is a word) work finally got in touch and wanted me in this week. That should be a good thing, money, exercise and routine. Sadly its very little money and the exercise doesn’t nearly cancel out the amount of biscuits we go through at break time. So far so good. I’m working at my local kennels, something I never imagined I would do; its not that I hate animals, just never been a major animal loving girl. But joking apart its great, certainly beats being cooped up in a shop all day and most of the works outside wearing wellies (took some getting used to) so come rain or shine it’s a bit of harmless fun. Especially when your being humped by a Lionberger (which is a very VERY big dog!). But on the positive side can tick it off the list of things to do before you die. (Please note the joke.)
As it’s a 8:30-5pm day, five days a week, days off are valuable things. Which is why I’m driving to Gloucster after work tomorrow, so I can spend the next day bent double and hanging the way any true student should. Its one of uni girls 21st and we all have to go as something beginning with the letter ‘C’. Resisting the huge urge to go as a giant human penis, I opted for going as Cupid. Slightly safer and can keep a bit more dignity that way. Well she says…
So with dignity intact the night was a success; once again more photos and more traffic cone stealing. It’s great seeing the uni girls and to be honest we are only 2 and half hours away from each other so there’s no excuses.
All I need to do now is get ready to hit the waters with my family. Yes, chaos is about to happen! As of next Friday 15 of us take to the Broads, two boats, several pirate flags (someone thought it would be fun to have themes through out the week!) and a long list of riverside pubs. Thankfully we can all swim…but that doesn’t mean people won’t be getting thrown over board. Who said family bonding wasn’t fun???
As it’s a 8:30-5pm day, five days a week, days off are valuable things. Which is why I’m driving to Gloucster after work tomorrow, so I can spend the next day bent double and hanging the way any true student should. Its one of uni girls 21st and we all have to go as something beginning with the letter ‘C’. Resisting the huge urge to go as a giant human penis, I opted for going as Cupid. Slightly safer and can keep a bit more dignity that way. Well she says…
So with dignity intact the night was a success; once again more photos and more traffic cone stealing. It’s great seeing the uni girls and to be honest we are only 2 and half hours away from each other so there’s no excuses.
All I need to do now is get ready to hit the waters with my family. Yes, chaos is about to happen! As of next Friday 15 of us take to the Broads, two boats, several pirate flags (someone thought it would be fun to have themes through out the week!) and a long list of riverside pubs. Thankfully we can all swim…but that doesn’t mean people won’t be getting thrown over board. Who said family bonding wasn’t fun???
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