You open your bedroom door and unexpectedly spot a housemate in the hallway outside. Do you ( Read more... )

Man, it's raining outside like it's hoping for a mention in the Bible. I'm sitting here right now, quietly freezing to death drying off and reflecting that I didn't get back from jogging a moment too soon.

Yeah, I was out jogging. I don't think anyone's more surprised than I am. But I'm running the Race for Life with my mum in just over a month, ( Read more... )

Apparently I took another impromptu hiatus. Well, now that I've made this journal prettier it should practically write itself, right?

...Right?

All right, so maybe that's a little much to hope for, but at least the disapproving glare of Slenderlamb up there should persuade me to be a big girl and update a little more often. b-bailamoooos... The ( Read more... )

I think I may have filled my nerd quota for the week already. Last night there was a quiz at the pub down the road, and I went with a bunch of friends; at the end was a specialist round, eleven questions about Lord of the Rings, and I managed to get all of them. Even the ones about Elrond's grandmother and the number of children Sam had. I'm not ( Read more... )

I just spent twenty-seven pounds on poetry wheeeeeeee :D ( Read more... )

Guys. Guys. GUYS.

Guess what I own. Go on, guess.

It was totally on special offer and stuff, and it's sexy as anything. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

A RECORD PLAYER, YOU GUYS. A REAL LIVE RECORD PLAYER AND IT WORKS AND EVERYTHING.

It's not all vintage in design, but it's still sexy in its own special way. :3

IT PLAYS RECORDS EEEEEEEE

Well, "stupid me" would be more accurate. :\ There was a poster sale on yesterday at university, so I was all "hey I'll get my brother one that'll be cool!", and then I left it on the bus like a moron. Walked down to the bus station's lost property office this morning, and they'd seen neither hide nor hair of it. I am deeply, deeply annoyed ( Read more... )

I've cleaned the record player some more, and it looks rather nice and shiny now, despite the slight wear that can't be scrubbed off (y'know, scratches and the like). But I am dismayed by the lack of progress I've made in fixing it. The turntable platter continues to defy my efforts to take it off, and discourages me with alarmingly metallic ( Read more... )

So I'm a member of this online group called Freecycle, where you offer and ask for things (clothes, electronics, really anything) you don't need any more, with the idea being to keep cool stuff out of landfills ( Read more... )

I'm not even kidding, it was a real old 30s portable wind-up record player, and it was sitting outside of a charity shop labelled as a £40 investment.


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