So, you all remember that part where Katie and I get our groceries delivered by Sainsbury’s, right? Actually, surveying the evidence at hand, I should probably say that Katie and I get our groceries “delivered” by Sainsbury’s. As in, allegedly. As in, not last night. We only barely escaped having to scrape out the insides of the freezer again. We ( Read more... )

There were a couple of hilarious items worthy of note on my way in to work this morning, however I would just like to share the fact that last night on the train I read The Duke and I and didn’t care who saw it. Woo ( Read more... )

O Mnemosyne I must confess ( Read more... )

When there’s woe across the universe
And life seems really most perverse
When the situation’s looking bitter
And the hedgerow’s bleak and full of litter
When all around there’s gloom and doom
And one fears th’economy ne’er will boom
Stand back!
Watch out!
Goes out the shout…
It’s true!
No whim!
It’s SuperPim!

Hel
N
She is great, fantastic, eve
N
Though she’s not a one for mel
N
Her tax party stories are really leg
N
Dary, though not as much as her hev
N
Ly tales of dislocated hips

E.M.O.
That’s how she likes to go
Not E.M.I.
That really wouldn’t fly
Nor E.M.A.
She wouldn’t come to play
Nor E.M.U.
She's not a crossword clue
Just E.M.O.
A fingerless, stripy ho

Given that it is, as Xanthe reliably informs me, National Poetry Day, I thought I would write a pome and share it with you ( Read more... )

♥ You know how I posted a day or two ago about Katie getting trapped by Jehovah's Witnesses? Well, I felt a bit bad about it, because she said they were quite nice (which they were, though I had to struggle to restrain myself from shouting out "she's a heathen!" when they asked if she'd thought much about the Bible, but I was wearing a towel and ( Read more... )

( So, I wrote another pome... also a bit crap... don't judge me... )

( I wrote a pome but have cut it for random self-conscious crapness. )