Hola

Feel like I haven't posted in months. It hasn't been that long, but I will get back into the blogging groove soon.

Things to write about include, spiders in sinks, redcar and loads of other stuff that has just escaped my head.

Here's a picture I took today on a little jaunt to York, I seen a hot air balloon which looked something like this...



and a dress that looks a little something like this...


Actually thats a rank photo of my dress but I'll take a better one at a later date.

Apologies for this being a bit of a crappy post, but I am in the middle of a hot flush.

People I hate part 1

Eamon Holmes and his horrible wife
N-dubz
Ant + dec
Myleen klass
Lily allen
Martine activia mccutcheon
Richard and judy

Accidentally rock n roll?

I broke our TV the other night. I'd not long arrived back home after a really crappy night out with my mam auntie on account of my aunties 49th birthday. It had been a dull evening, my aunties drunkenness getting more irritating by the minute compounded by them playing bingo for half an hour and then a 2o minute walk home in the cold.
After arriving home, eating some mac n cheese and being grateful to be back in the safety and comfort of my own bedroom, I decided to postpone my tiredness for half an hour of DVD watching. It meant I had to go downstairs and grab the ps2 and untangle all the wires to bring it back upstairs, but I really really fancied watching that DVD.

So there I was, poised, bundle of playstation, wires, controller and doovde under my arm, hovering around the back of our very large very old and very very heavy tv, on its stand, attempting to pull out the scart lead from the back. Then it happened, the tv leered forwards, there was nothing I could because the damn thing weighs about twice as much as me. It just tipped off.

Then my mam starting shouting down the stairs asking what was going on. It was pretty funny though, and she wasn't at all pissed off. The next day we tried it but its completely dead. I am a moron.

Sacrificed my bedroom TV by way of replacement. Booo.

So there is my tale of TV destruction. Am I rock n roll?

Fifteen minutes with you

Oh I wouldn't say no.

If everyone who worked in the job centre was as yummy as the boy who I had my appointment with the other day, I would be on the dole for the rest of my life.

There's something about Brian

Brian, Brian Cox. I'll keep this short because everyone seems to be talking about him lately, he's on TV quite a lot and all that.

Anyway, at first, I am ashamed to admit, my lust was a slow burner, he was for me a case of "I can see why people fancy him" but was a bit lukewarm myself. Recently though I've seen the error of my ways. I've seen the light, I've found the righteous path. The last two weeks have been where I truly began to appreciate the Cox. There really is just somethinggg about him that makes him, I don't know, alluring? irresistable? Maybe its the soft spoken voice, the gentle smile that seems to be permanantly etched onto his face, the fact that he's so fucking smart. Basically, he's just a bundle of lovely. And lovely is probably the most attractive quality in a person, for me it is anyway. In conclusion, like most people in the UK, I fancy the floppy hair offa him.

Seems like the feeling is mutual too...

(Too creepy..?)

The great pancake day disaster and other things

You may have noticed by now that I am an avid pancake fan, (in case you haven't - I am an avid pancake fan) So I duly made a small stack of them on Tuesday, it was going pretty well, my mam bought me a new frying pan especially, I made a paper chefs hat especially, and as per tradition my first pancake didn't really work out but the rest of them did. Then I started flipping the pancakes, like so -

Seconds later, disaster (stupidity) struck, when I was struck, my by own clumsy hands, with my own frying pan, in my own face. I was over exuberant in my tossing, and I almost dropped the pancake, so I did the spazzy trying-not-to-drop-something dance. Pain wise, it actually wasn't that painful at all, for a burn, because I had the heat on pretty low and also I had just done about 4 consecutive flips. However it was still enough to leave a fair sized red mark on my face. At first it was just a little red, with a white line in the middle...

The next day all the red had gone and the white line had turned a nice red colour

Today its down to this -

Its actually a lot darker than in that photo, guess my bedroom light bulb is too bright. But anyway I can see that its starting to fade, so hopefully if I can resist picking at it, it will just gradually fade away and I will be scar-free. I was pretty worried at first, that it was going to leave a permanent scar, I don't actually know if it will or not, but I think it'll be ok and just disappear and leave my skin mark free.

Anyway, I'll be more careful next time. And the pancakes were very nice.

Moving on, me and my mam and my auntie have been doing a little bit of decorating at my grandads empty house that we are trying to sell. Its been pretty boring, but I've been snapping up the few left over items that nobody else is too bothered about, but I love all the things I've managed to salvage. There really is not much in the house, no furniture even, just the last few bits and bobs. There will be pictures in the next post about this, but so far I've claimed amongst other things, old books, old glasses, and an old bookshelf that I really do need. Pretty happy with my little haul.

In the last couple of weeks I have discovered the Toblerone. Re-discovered? I've definately had at least one before, in the past, years and years ago and I guess it didn't really register with me, but for some reason I tried one again recently. Then I tried 4 more, and then I tried a giant (or as it turns out, regular) sized one. They are SO good. I don't know why its taken me so long, but they are delicious and writing this out has made me want one.

Anyway yes, more on that next time, guess I cant really think of anything else to add after all, so this is it for now.

Blog o'clock

Also known as 3 minutes past 11 at night, after I've brushed my teeth, washed my face and located the ball that fell off my industrial bar two days ago that I only just realised was missing a couple of hours ago.

Now all of that is under control, let the blogging commence. I went to write this and my dashboard told me I have (before this post) 182 posts. I also went to the post office today and my ticket number was 182. Its following me around.
Anyway, lets think of something interesting to post about before I get bashed again for having a boring blog.

I'm rather excited for Pancake day (so excited it gets a capital P) on Tuesday. Our philosophy at Biancapol is this, Pancake day is interesting and if you don't agree you can fuck off.
I have mine with lemon juice and golden syrup, in fact on P-day I will refuse to have anything else. I don't understand people who have sugar and lemon juice, when syrup is 100 million times better. See the light people!

Had a bit of a film and snacks fest tonight, watched the Shining with my mam. Having a bit of a Shining thing going on recently, I can't remember what I've wrote about it on here or not, but I bought they book from a charity shop a few weeks ago and I'm planning on reading it for the first time. So watched the film tonight, armed with party sausage rolls, a full size toblerone (only ate 2 triangles though) a bag of microwave cinema sweet flavour popcorn, half a large bag of crisps and some millionaires shortbread, which is definitely in my top 10 favourite foods. Its safe to say I won't be sneaking downstairs for a midnight snack tonight.

So, in more genuinely interesting news, I have finally started to learn to play my mandolin. My lovely friend very kindly gave me a little lesson, I've been practising a while each day for the last 3 days, I can now play C D and G chords pretty well, maybe a little D minor and I can also manage a shaky, slow G major scale. I am really enjoying it a lot, I love my little mandolin and I'm really looking forward to getting better.

I had to cut my nails on my left hand, this didn't bother me in the slightest, but I didn't realise how incredibly short and stubbly my fingers are without a little nail haha. Absolutely worth it though, I don't really give a shit about them anyway, the nails that is. Short ones have had a few advantages already, such as making it 10 times easier to get lip balm and by benfit erase paste of of the pot, and applying. Also came it really useful the other morning when I had an eyelash stuck in my eye. Just a little while poking about et voila.

Wonders of the universe is on tomorrow, with the lovely lovely prof Brian Cox, looking forward to that. *rubs knees*

So there we have it, one blog, almost complete.

Here's a picture of me and Laura at the Thomas Sheraton curry club a couple of weeks ago (hence me munching on a poppadom) and one of a window display of a florist I seen last Sunday that was all sunflowers and brightened up an otherwise grey gloomy day!