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Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Jeremy Vine.

Jeremyvine |'jere'mi-vīn| v. To use shallow, hackneyed inflammatory remarks to extract worthless, ill-informed comments from a tired or lifeless subject.

Oh, how I wish I could listen to the afternoon play on Radio 4 instead of the factory radio...

Thursday, September 04, 2008

She's back

Ugly.
Betty.
Friday nights in.
Excellent!

Edit: Actually, every night in is fairly normal, although due to an impromptu Scrabble session and a bubbling pan of Apple n' red tomato chutney that needed bottling, I've yet to see Ugly Betty...
Beginning...


End!

Friday, August 15, 2008

I'm going to pickle the world

Well - our little corner of it anyway.
Just to keep tabs on myself, so far I have:-

Courgette chutney, numerous jars.
Courgette and Runner Bean chutney, some jars exchanged for onions to make....
More chutney. Probably a spicy runner bean one this time! With maybe courgettes. Or apples.
Marrow, apricot n' ginger jam.

Next come the apples. Look at them hanging like grapes! I must progress the press. It's cider season for sure.

Thursday, August 07, 2008

Brown eyes blue.

Radio alarmed itself to on. News. Weather. Van Morrison wailing "Brown eyed girl" and I begin to panic. I can't remember the colour of Kate's eyes! Laying there, beginning to sweat, trying to recall. Every detail still there, except in shades of grey. Memory playing tricks. Colours fading like last moment breaths.

Then.

It's OK. The answer still playing in crackily transistor.
Brown.

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

White van!

Trying to save some fuel money - making the most of the dry days by moto-sicklin' to work. This morning, me and the monkey nearly became a grease spot on a white van. Car pulled out to slingshot past an artic stealing the road in front of me. Builder's van decided likewise. Hello hedge.



Luckily the Blessed Lady of Acceleration had forsaken me! Fuel tap had blocked and I was limping along at moped speeds...

Update: Another van had me in it's sights as I crossed the main road in the village barely feet from home. Red one this time! Ha! Missd me! Guess I'm either small enough to avoid, or too large for a bonnet mascot.