summer

evening in the garden.

the man who said he would come back today when perhaps the moon was in a different phase and would make book buying easier for everyone concerned even though i was trying to tell him over and over again that we would be able to give him pretty much exactly what he wanted, didn't.

Loon.

Excuse the double pun.

:)

low flying elephants

mum's the word

a penguin carrying a flag.

i'm saying nothing.

paddling

you can't beat it can you? had a fabulous time with mini-me and the hound down at the river. monty dog went loopy lurcher at being able to get into water that wasn't deep and scary for him and belted along like a nut. i just laughed and laughed with the pleasure of seeing him having fun. perfect.

saturday

enjoyed the simple pleasures of 140 minutes on the M1/M25 to see my sister today, walk round the lake with the dog and chill out chatting.

met up with mates for hot pizza and cold beer in a warm pub garden under a purpleblue night sky. watched then applauded an original hunter-gatherer carrying 5 pints of beer like a champagne pyramid fromt the bar to his table.

developing a strong liking for corona beer with lime and friends who will distract me from real life with chatter about human beach tents and stories of big dog's escapades on the underground. however much a hero he is i will never forget his classic line; 'lady you're so fat you've got your own atmosphere.'


"hello little dwarf, what are you doing down there?"

drool

last night KA friends cooked me dinner, brought it round and spent the evening with me! mini-me offered to make pudding for everyone. in the event i made it but it's the thought that counts right? i made fresh raspberry and cream eclairs with sticky icing. they were awesome and i'm going to be making them a lot this summer i think. it will be my standard cook if i'm invited out.... Yes this is a hint to everyone, haha! Damnit they were great, you missed a treat there...

like this but with pink icing,

stuffed with cream

and fresh raspberries sticking out!!

climbing up

Most of you know what's been kicking off here but for those of you who don't, basically Mr K left me on Monday. Ouch etc. Be reassured that I'm not going to use my blog as either a site for vitriol or as a public couch session. It hurts enormously. That's obvious. It's going to take a long time to adjust but God is still good and there are always opportunities for beauty and positivity. Thank you all for your kind thoughts and offers of help and friendship.

interval

There will be a short break in broadcast while Kumquat gets her head straight after the detenation of a life-bomb.

Normal service will be resumed shortly.

history lesson

Probably first used in the latter half of the sixteenth century, Netsuke are miniature Japanese sculptures

dating from the Meiji period.

Without pockets in kimonos, the Japanese would carry money, medication or other small items in sagemono pouches threaded through their obi, or kimono sash.

Netsuke were used as a toggle at the end of the obi and

would hang down below the waist.

They were originally made from natural materials such as wood, gourd or stone.

Later, ivory and bone was used.

Many of them are hateful looking pieces of kitsch

reminiscent of pottery whimsies.

Others are grotesquely erotic or faintly sickening, sentimental disney-like creatures with big eyes but enough of them are beautifully crafted for them to have caught my eye.

Whisky

Sat down and watched some world cinema with mini-me this evening. It was very funny in parts but mostly bleak and touching. I thought it wasn't bad but when I asked mini-me at the end he replied; 'honestly? ... I thought it was pants."

london town

...and so on to another day in the big smoke. hob-nobbing with the very highest at leadenhall market for lunch before whizzing over to euston to discuss company branding. (it will be introduced for absenteeism initially!)

a very funky outfit where the staff all look happy and relaxed swirling across the rubberised floors in their swivel chairs. sitting up to groovy clover leaf tables, mooching around their macs and generally playing with colours and words. in one fell swoop looking to all the world as if they own your soul but still want to be friends.

nice to see you again phillie. was flattered gill asked my advice. hope tomorrow with 'he-who-is-not-JR' goes well. you'll be fine, just have a top 40 promo stuffed in your back pocket and name drop. it'll be a breeze!

oh and phillie, explain to gill that cut and paste doesn't actually mean scissors and glue ;) heh heh.

my first regional meeting!!!!!

YAWN

That about says it all. I thought it was going to be a hotbed of radical ideas and burgeoning new thinking and I was bitterly disappointed. (snort!)

216 kept running out to throw up and got greyer by the minute,

poor chap.

everything by comparison was crushingly pedestrian.

given the absence of all things 'touchy feely', the whole experience was rather cold and intimidating.

but drinks afterwards put paid to that. even so, no gossip of any weight to feedback. even the boy wonder at 429 seems to be improving.

'no ships nor nobody drownded, fact nothing to laugh at, at all!'

Did you know that the sign '&' is called an ampersand? This is the kind of revelation that keeps geeks like myself happy for hours.

So anyway...

Here's a question to which I need a wholeheartedly

English, eccentric response.

It has come to my attention that those who are really getting on in my company have something in common. A decidedly outr hobby. Clearly I need one.

Your suggestions please.

It can be anything as long as it isn't going to cost me an arm, a leg, a marriage or a spell in prison! Although something with a risk element wouldn't be beyond my consideration.

Do your worst.

My destiny is in your hands.

reasons why I always (feel the need to) win

If it hadn't been for the fact that Mr K landed on 'free parking' 5 times and collected millions of pounds, I would have won Monopoly. Technically then I think you can say that I won. At least the moral victory is mine and has nothing to do with Nicci being too sleepy to buy property and mini-me being an air head and spending more time counting his money than noticing when he should be collecting rent. No connection at all. Ergo, I win. Right?

what goes 'bing boingg bingg boinggg'? This isn't a joke! We think it must be frogs indigenous to Manton Heights only where they can be heard binging and boinging at night all through the summer.

Had a fab BBQ with Scotty and Nicci where the evenings highlights were seeing 3 lads in a freezing cold pool giggling like a bunch of girls at how cold it was, painting the decking while the grub was a-cooking and oh what was the other thing...ah yes, winning at monopoly.






Technically.

quote of the night

last night cont'd/...

"...the novel is real it's not just a work of.....fiction"

(much laughter)

Last night was a lot of fun and thanks to Mrs B driving we got MreadB uproariously drunk. Three cheers for that lady. Many an inappropriate word was uttered regarding what you can smell on Saxon Way, what his nibs in the CO would do with the power of 'show emulator', the exquisite company of someone's sister, grass embedded in bracelets and what was nearly a leaving present but.....ANYway.....!!!

Today was a laugh a minute as you'd expect. Although there was one highpoint when Krispy Kremes gave out boxes of donoughts to anyone who works at c:mk.

Thank you for your comments Anon. Get yourself a nickname and join in!

happy sad evening

some unknown drunk said to me at the bar 'paint my eyes and call me curly'.

another drunk said to me later in the evening:

"he has a body in his garden, he sent me a picture, she's got leaves all over her face"

i can't believe he's leaving. for the record, i'm gutted.

close one

sinner to saint in 0.1 seconds.

crouch is a *£%"!$^& one minute and a legend the next.

something of a first

the first strawberry i've ever grown.

thanks for the plants JJ.

tasted great!

stranger danger!!

Read the caption and look at the product...?!?!

Yeah cos you cadge a backie off one of these guys and they'll just put their foot down and who knows what will become of you.