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Flippin' 'eck, my journal is starting to turn into a meme only zone, so I thought it was about time I actually put my fingers in gear and typed some shiznit.
I have the week off this week and I am loving my time, I have done so little and it's been bliss, I bought a new duvet cover/pillow case/sheet set yesterday and they are so soft and cozy I didn't want to get out of bed this morning.
I went to the Devon County Show on Friday, I bought two bottles of Plymouth Gin as it is cheaper there than in the supermarket, I also saw Hugh Fearlessly-Eats-It-All, you know, the guy who ate placenta and did the River Cottage programmes. I didn't speak to him as unfortunately he was sitting opposite a stall selling some of the tastiest pig-based sausage products I have ever had, which distracted me a bit. I had to wrestle with my conscience for a bit, especially when the woman who was cooking up some of the aforementioned porky products for tasting purposes started chatting to me enthusiasticly, and told me that I simply must go and see the pigs the sausages were made from, on the other side of the tent. My mind instantly skipped to the Simpsons, where the pig speaks to Homer in the garden of eden and asks what cut of him he would like to eat today. Funnily enough I didn't go and see the (delicious) piggies, I hate being a carnivore sometimes.
The rest of the show was good though, it changes very little from year to year. I was a bit pi$$ed off when someone stopped me mid-meander and tried to sign me up for a credit card. It's a county show! I want to see animals and plants and beekeepers and tacky crafts and seemingly unending rows of stalls selling spas, and food tents and stuff, not have bubble-permed, perma-tanned sales people trying to sign me up to a bloody credit card. Oh well, the large amount of people wearing bowler hats amused me and made up for it.
I am off to the dentist for the first time in 8 years tomorrow, which is a little scary, I must remember that dentists are not really like the guy in Little Shop of Horrors - at least I hope not, actually I think I am more scared of the bill than the drill, but i'm sure it'll be okay.
Ah well, got a busy schedule of lazing around in the sun to be getting on with :)
EMS
I have the week off this week and I am loving my time, I have done so little and it's been bliss, I bought a new duvet cover/pillow case/sheet set yesterday and they are so soft and cozy I didn't want to get out of bed this morning.
I went to the Devon County Show on Friday, I bought two bottles of Plymouth Gin as it is cheaper there than in the supermarket, I also saw Hugh Fearlessly-Eats-It-All, you know, the guy who ate placenta and did the River Cottage programmes. I didn't speak to him as unfortunately he was sitting opposite a stall selling some of the tastiest pig-based sausage products I have ever had, which distracted me a bit. I had to wrestle with my conscience for a bit, especially when the woman who was cooking up some of the aforementioned porky products for tasting purposes started chatting to me enthusiasticly, and told me that I simply must go and see the pigs the sausages were made from, on the other side of the tent. My mind instantly skipped to the Simpsons, where the pig speaks to Homer in the garden of eden and asks what cut of him he would like to eat today. Funnily enough I didn't go and see the (delicious) piggies, I hate being a carnivore sometimes.
The rest of the show was good though, it changes very little from year to year. I was a bit pi$$ed off when someone stopped me mid-meander and tried to sign me up for a credit card. It's a county show! I want to see animals and plants and beekeepers and tacky crafts and seemingly unending rows of stalls selling spas, and food tents and stuff, not have bubble-permed, perma-tanned sales people trying to sign me up to a bloody credit card. Oh well, the large amount of people wearing bowler hats amused me and made up for it.
I am off to the dentist for the first time in 8 years tomorrow, which is a little scary, I must remember that dentists are not really like the guy in Little Shop of Horrors - at least I hope not, actually I think I am more scared of the bill than the drill, but i'm sure it'll be okay.
Ah well, got a busy schedule of lazing around in the sun to be getting on with :)
EMS