Monthly Archives: July, 2006
1/8 price sale
“So I was sick of being hot and sweaty all day today,” my Dad said to me. “Yes me too,” I said. “So I went to Matalan and bought what I thought were combat trousers.” “You? Combats?” “Yes. Anyway they’re the kind where you can detach the legs to make them shorts. They were three …
Reminiscing
Greenday’s Time of your Life reminds me of Cornwall. When I was 17 me and my best friend journeyed to Newquay. I remember her air freshener was a Mr Rush and it smelt surprisingly pleasant, like sweets. It was our first trip away. When we were driving down we thought lorry drivers were waving at …
Does Picachu have a light sensor? Answers on a postcard…
I switched the light on as my Dad sat down on the sofa with our dinner. “Pica!” said a voice in the corner. My dad raised his eyebrows. “That’s Picachu, Mike’s stuffed toy that talks,” I said. “To lights?” “Well, there is some debate…” I said, dreading the nightly discussion that was coming. “He does!” …
Feeling like a Monday but someday I’ll be Saturday night
I left my make-up bag at home this weekend, amid wedding getting-ready. This is okay, I thought as I walked along in the morning sunshine. I look okay. My hair was sort of shiny, although still behaving in manner of starfish at the back because I slept on it. My eyebrows were at least plucked …
Ever observant
“I’ve never been here,” Mike said as we walked into the Mailbox. “Oh, I have,” I said. “When Laura worked at Fatface I visited her.” “I remember.” “And when I came here to buy those bath things.” “Yes…” “And then when I went to Fatface alone to look at the beautiful clothes. I think it’s …
It’s okay though, because Ali tie dyed her pants
Sometimes on my way home from work, I walk through Boots as a shortcut to the train station that allows me to ogle bath products. Today I wandered past the hair dye section. “Ah,” I thought, thinking vaguely of a remark made on the hen night regarding my roots. Never ever dye your hair red. …
Fin de siecle
“You know, they test the parents on what modules we took, at graduation,” I said into the phone. “Yeah, right,” my Dad said. “Seriously, so get practising.” “Well, you did English…” “That’s more of an umbrella term for what I did.” “Yes. Okay, you did English literature,” he said. “Well done.” “I think I may …
New Site
Yes all, I have moved. My hosting was due to run out, so I spent a rather fraught day with Dreamweaver, swearing at Mike, looking up php and css and eventually turned to blogger for hosting. And they’re actually doing quite a good job! And now, you can leave comments. And there won’t be a …
Never leaving the house again
The shoes, they have persuaded my trainers to attack me as well, thus leaving me unable to function outside of the house. Imagine trying to make sure the person you’re meeting does not notice you’re slowly soaking your trainers with your own blood. Yes, these are my socks. The good thing about all of this …
