headache.... owwwieeee....
i've just returned from a weekend in the north on jamie's farm. i have come to the conclusion that i really don't like nature at all, after:
1) jamie's dining room smells like baby pheasants, which is what they are nurturing there
2) i was chased by a bat in a field at 1am
3) i only narrowly avoided falling flat on my face in cow pats (nice)
4) jamie has 8 dogs and i am scared of dogs
5) jamie's stepdad owns a million pheasants in various stages of life, and i hate birds
we spent all of saturday watching (listening to?) the manchester camerata - there is nothing more surreal than hanging out in a field dressed quite poshly, whilst a bunch of high society pretentious northern folk take a day off from their normal diet of mud sandwiches and irn-bru and exchange them for dainty picnic foods and pimms whilst drunkenly 'conducting tchaikovsky's 18-12 overture' and waving huge british flags. grossly amusing, and not the kind of thing you do every day anyway :o)
jaim and jam pranced gaily across lord cholmendely (pronounced 'chumley')'s gardens, nearly falling in the brook, and then we took pretentious photos of us all posing and shouting "simply spiffingly smashing, old chap"... really, really amusing!
ok i need to go in search of headache pills now, because i am feeling rather pained...
1) jamie's dining room smells like baby pheasants, which is what they are nurturing there
2) i was chased by a bat in a field at 1am
3) i only narrowly avoided falling flat on my face in cow pats (nice)
4) jamie has 8 dogs and i am scared of dogs
5) jamie's stepdad owns a million pheasants in various stages of life, and i hate birds
we spent all of saturday watching (listening to?) the manchester camerata - there is nothing more surreal than hanging out in a field dressed quite poshly, whilst a bunch of high society pretentious northern folk take a day off from their normal diet of mud sandwiches and irn-bru and exchange them for dainty picnic foods and pimms whilst drunkenly 'conducting tchaikovsky's 18-12 overture' and waving huge british flags. grossly amusing, and not the kind of thing you do every day anyway :o)
jaim and jam pranced gaily across lord cholmendely (pronounced 'chumley')'s gardens, nearly falling in the brook, and then we took pretentious photos of us all posing and shouting "simply spiffingly smashing, old chap"... really, really amusing!
ok i need to go in search of headache pills now, because i am feeling rather pained...