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Monday, 12 January 2004


Despite all those meaningless, mindless blogs below, I've been busy as a one-armed paper hanger today.
Good things that happened today:

Yidaho pushed me out of prevaricating blindly, and into getting a flight to Belfast to visit Tess next month. I shall be spreading alarm and despondency in Norn Iron for a change. Hurrah!

JatB came over with a tube of Jaffa cakes for me, and told me I look and sound terrible, which makes it alright for me not to go into work tomorrow, either.

Wickedex and Melons decided not to come over and pile everything into their van today, so I got to sleep all day, while they twisted slowly slowly in the wind.

I heard from my Schwester Snowflake, sur le telephoneo. That's yer actual French, that is.

I got email that set the Thames on fire from loads of people - a friend in Spain, Tess, Dee, Nik, Yidaho, Martin, Looby, Miss London, SarahSpace, ooh, loads of people.

I cuddled my schnuffalicious cats.

You betcha sweet bippy that I nominated all of these people for the Bloggies, and you're all too late to get me back, ha ha ha ha ha ha, so put a sock in it:
Web Frog, Looby, A Trip Down the Shops, I'll Talk to Myself, Blah blah blah, Eurotrash, Not You The Other One, Creepy Lesbo, Countin Flowers, Empty Fridge Light, Belle de Jour, Friendly Stranger's Beer, Too Much Too Little, Lactose Incompetent, Scorpio Girl, Smitten, The Purple Pen, Boyhowdy, Peeling Wallpaper, and Uffish Thoughts.

And can I be bothered to type out URLs for anything in this post? Bugger off, my Jaffa cake high has just run down, and I couldn't run a whelk stall this moment. I'm going to bed.

Sniffle. Pass me the Nurofen.

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Updated: Monday, 12 January 2004 9:31 PM GMT
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Monday, 12 January 2004 - 11:38 PM GMT

Name: Looby

You are such a dosser!

Cosmic communicatoin time though - because I've just come over to your blog because I'm stuck in articulating a similar feelig of optimism.

If we were in a pub together I'd punch the air with you and go wha-hey!

Monday, 12 January 2004 - 11:44 PM GMT

Name: tess
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Woohoo, one month till Belfast, bingo and boogieing (boogying? boogiing? feck, you know what I mean)

Tuesday, 13 January 2004 - 12:39 AM GMT

Name: boyhowdy
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Woah. You nominated ME for a bloggie? Gee. Can you hear my happy grin from here?

Now I feel bad. I didn't get you anything. But, gee, Vanessa. Thanks SO much. I'm seriously very honored. So honored, I seriously don't know what to say but thanks.

If you ever need anything at all, let me know.

Tuesday, 13 January 2004 - 1:34 AM GMT

Name: boyhowdy
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Also: What is a whelk stall? A jaffa cake? Translations for poor relatives not lucky enough to be born on the right side of the sea sea greatly appreciated.

I mean, I've been to Belfast/Dublin on the typical high school far-a-field-trip, but it was pretty insular. Mostly I just remember pretty lasses, a mad dash through Heathrow for a conencting flight, and an awful lot of illegitimate Guiness.

Tuesday, 13 January 2004 - 3:04 AM GMT

Name: e
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Have you been at the caffeine again my dear? Very honoured that you should think of me. Get well soon- and some echinacea.

Tuesday, 13 January 2004 - 3:11 AM GMT

Name: e
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Grrr! 17 minutes too late in fact... There's always next year...

Tuesday, 13 January 2004 - 6:22 AM GMT

Name: Vanessa

Tis true, I drank two cups of tea with my jaffas. Well spotted, as usual, E.

Tuesday, 13 January 2004 - 6:23 AM GMT

Name: Vanessa

Ha! The Gwyneth impression you just did was worth it. I only found your blog two days ago, too.

Tuesday, 13 January 2004 - 6:51 AM GMT

Name: Vanessa

Whelks are a seafood that people eat with cockles and mussels - in most old fashioned British pubs, a guy with a basket will sell cups of cockles, mussels and whelks near to closing time. Here's the only picture of a whelk stall I can see on the damn American-dominated net, and it's patently from the 1930s; but if you came to the East End, I promise you there's a permanent one in Poplar, near the Britannia pub.
Jaffa cakes are a slice of heaven. They're soft sponge, chocolate and a bit of orange, which allows you to imagine you're eating a vitamin C snack. Not. According to the makers, people who like jaffas are imaginative and unorthodox, and not merely fooling themselves that they're eating a high fat rich choccie biccie.

Here endeth the lesson.

Tuesday, 13 January 2004 - 6:54 AM GMT

Name: Vanessa

Good lord, I'm not keeping this damn blog for more than a year. I hope to have a sex life by then.... ;-)

Tuesday, 13 January 2004 - 6:55 AM GMT

Name: Vanessa

Bingo? :-O

Tuesday, 13 January 2004 - 6:56 AM GMT

Name: Vanessa

Lol, and being stone cold sober, I'd look at you funny.

Wednesday, 14 January 2004 - 3:05 PM GMT

Name: sarah

nahaha, I'm sure I said something like that in 1999.

do you play the jaffa game? where you race to eat the chocolate off the jaffa and then slap the rest to your forehead and shout "JAFFA!"


I'll show myself out.

Thursday, 15 January 2004 - 12:56 PM GMT

Name: Vanessa

My whole future just flashed in front of me.... ;)

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