i get all the news i need from the weather report
Recently, what with one thing and several others, the only newspapers I have got round to reading have been the ones I’ve used to wrap up the food scraps for the food recycling caddy. (I add here I do read magazines (OK, mainly look at the pictures) and websites so not completely out of the loop). As a matter of course, this has meant I’ve read old news from the newspaper and putting the scraps away has taken considerably longer than it should do. Things have taken a slightly more bizarre twist as I’m now working my way through some old Guardian supplements from about 1999/2000 which emerged during an unpacking session. These supplements were pr

a sudden lack of irony
E’stenders. I wonder if there’s comes a point in the characters’ lives when they realise the truth of a situation and suddenly go, my god – wasn’t it ironic a few weeks ago when I said such and such? I mean, I said he was the most honest and truthful person I knew and all the time he’d just murdered someone – tell me about it, I started a conversation about how loud the music was by saying ‘Murder!’ to him in a kind of sarcastic voice, little knowing he’d actually strangled the living daylights out of someone that very day. That’s nothing, last time I saw my son I said I never wanted to see him again and

and so aids restful sleep
Arlo now dancing (very well) to Ting Tings. The delight on his face doubled because now he knows it’s a real song and not one me and his mum made up. Sleeping peacefully after first flu vaccination  although just had a grumble and moan in his sleep resulting in the words “where have all the chocolate chips gone?” I stroke his back saying “It’s alright, we’ll find some more” and for now he sleeps. (chocolate chips are twice significant, First for the chocolate chip cookies made in the morning two days ago – sadly not many chips in the store cupboard and Arlo keen to have some before they go into the cookie do

jacket hangs
you know, to be honest and everything the Superdry jacket was a mistake afterall. See http://tiny.cc/9UrJu. I mean, I know I coveted it, realised it wasn’t waterproof and bought it all the same, loved it for its sleeves with the thumb holes, hated the holes that nearly immediately appeared in the pockets and the triple zip that one of the fobs has fallen off of, but it’s ubiquitous (and I think that’s the right word) It’s everywhere. Everyone’s wearing it and I’ve hardly ever, if ever worn something like that. Can’t work out if this means my tast

who?
christmas pudding mix(er) they call me bob they call me chippy they call me lola they call me vegetable man that’s not my name. that’s not my name. that’s not my name. that’s not my name he calls me da