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So much to tell, so little time. Since my promotion ended, unlimited internet usage is but a dream. So here are a few things that have been occupying me for the last few hours:
For your pleasure:
001. Winsford. Where baby is right now with stinky work people - SoftRock Jeff & Caveman James. Tonight I'll be home alone. I'll probably make myself some sausage sandwiches and watch the Brits in the bath. Btw, Winsford is also the name of this ace machine that 'enables you to feed yourself, at your own rate, without the use of your arms. It is designed for those who are able to sit to an upright position'. Stoners everywhere rejoice.
002. TV. Although overall TV has been a fucking pile of ass recently, we have enjoyed the brilliance of Harry Hill's TV Burp, figure skating on BBC2 and Pat Butcher getting a bit mixed-racially wicked in a trailer.
003. Genuine Hogskin Gloves. Putting back a criminal file today, I had a quick rifle through the book and in one of the files was a pair of gloves, neatly encased in their polyester packing for preservation. They were 50's, off-white and ultra-tiny (I held them against my hands). They used to belong to a triple-murderer. I only found that out after I had manhandled them. I decided it would be weird if I tried them on so I popped them back into their box and got back to work.
004. Vogue-Hatin'. The annoying, tinny sound with the nasty staccato 90's electric-piano turned out to be the classic Vogue half-heard through the speakers at work. Though never the biggest Madonna fan I would certainly get up and dance to the song if it came on - I am only human - Crikey! But today it hit me that actually, I might not even like the song. I may never have liked it. Can of worms. How many songs has this happened with? OMG.
005. Flamenco Lessons. Thinking of getting some. That or swing/jive. Posiible neither will happen, but since my life revolves around lists/plans/hopes&dreams that often never come to fruition, I though I'd put it out there anyway.
006. Fondue. ROb made me an amazing Valentine's meal yesterday which was topped of with a chocolate-fondue & strawberries affair. I was so delicious I almost bit my finger off. We spooned the left-over chocolate into an old chocolate-box try, and popped it into the fridge. I think the plan is they'll harden and become mega-tasty chocolates. That's the plan. This morning they were still like jelly. All the same, jokez.
For your pleasure:
001. Winsford. Where baby is right now with stinky work people - SoftRock Jeff & Caveman James. Tonight I'll be home alone. I'll probably make myself some sausage sandwiches and watch the Brits in the bath. Btw, Winsford is also the name of this ace machine that 'enables you to feed yourself, at your own rate, without the use of your arms. It is designed for those who are able to sit to an upright position'. Stoners everywhere rejoice.
002. TV. Although overall TV has been a fucking pile of ass recently, we have enjoyed the brilliance of Harry Hill's TV Burp, figure skating on BBC2 and Pat Butcher getting a bit mixed-racially wicked in a trailer.
003. Genuine Hogskin Gloves. Putting back a criminal file today, I had a quick rifle through the book and in one of the files was a pair of gloves, neatly encased in their polyester packing for preservation. They were 50's, off-white and ultra-tiny (I held them against my hands). They used to belong to a triple-murderer. I only found that out after I had manhandled them. I decided it would be weird if I tried them on so I popped them back into their box and got back to work.
004. Vogue-Hatin'. The annoying, tinny sound with the nasty staccato 90's electric-piano turned out to be the classic Vogue half-heard through the speakers at work. Though never the biggest Madonna fan I would certainly get up and dance to the song if it came on - I am only human - Crikey! But today it hit me that actually, I might not even like the song. I may never have liked it. Can of worms. How many songs has this happened with? OMG.
005. Flamenco Lessons. Thinking of getting some. That or swing/jive. Posiible neither will happen, but since my life revolves around lists/plans/hopes&dreams that often never come to fruition, I though I'd put it out there anyway.
006. Fondue. ROb made me an amazing Valentine's meal yesterday which was topped of with a chocolate-fondue & strawberries affair. I was so delicious I almost bit my finger off. We spooned the left-over chocolate into an old chocolate-box try, and popped it into the fridge. I think the plan is they'll harden and become mega-tasty chocolates. That's the plan. This morning they were still like jelly. All the same, jokez.