Earlier today I was reading on Wikipedia about "paresthesia". Have you ever suffered paresthesia? I imagine you have, it's the proper name for pins-and-needles.
( Nuns and poodles )

A conversation, between three slightly hipsterish young gentlemen on making lo-fi music, overheard last night:

- The first one was just made in the bedroom. Tom had this single bongo drum he kept hitting...
- It was a snare drum.
- ... And I just had a camera roll full of rice. You know, a camera roll. One of those black plastic things camera rolls ( Read more... )

I asked a question a few days ago: in the context of something you might eat for tea, what is a growler?

Not, despite suggestions, a beer bottle. And I probably couldn't eat a whole iceberg, even a small one. A growler, as huskyteer rightly (and firstly) said is a large pork pie.

I'd have said growler was a West Yorkshire term, but my faith was somewhat ( Read more... )

Today's daft question: if I told you I'd had a growler for tea yesterday, what would you think I meant?

(Actually, I didn't have a growler yesterday, I had prawn and chili linguini for tea. But the question stands.)

Some time last year, I bestirred myself to look up what, exactly, is meant by the phrase "dog days". Wikipedia tells me that it "refers to the sultry days of summer[citation needed]". It seems we get this from the Roman diēs caniculārēs, the hot weather associated with the dog star, Sirius ( Read more... )

A quick lunchtime walk to the bank while it's open,
A breath of fresh air, get away from my desk.
Turn right off Holborn and south down to Fleet Street,
I'm taking my chances on Chancery Lane.

Scaffolding's blocked off the westerly pavement
And narrowed the other, and closed half the road.
Head-down commuters in suits squeeze past barriers,
They're taking ( Read more... )

Yesterday[*] I finished Life After Life. I highly recommend it, though I should declare that I am a massive fan of Kate Atkinson's writing ( Read more... )

As per usual, I am massively behind with things I'd like to write about. I've been to Spain. I've been to Whitby. I've seen some bands. I've even read some books. But anyway...

A few weeks ago, a post from sushidog included a sentence which began "I need to div out..." and I thought huh? div? Oh well, maybe Sushidog has been talking to some people who are ( Read more... )

Next door to my station, a former sandwich shop has been turning into something else. Today it's got its pink-and-black fascia up. It's called "Afters", and helpfully lists what it will purvey ( Read more... )

Hello. I've got into the rut where I'm stuck in the middle of writing a long LJ post, and haven't had time to finish it. Yet feel I can't post other things until I've finished it ( Read more... )