Pancakes!

Some luck I have working with frenchies, I completely forgot it was pancake day until Jo invited me to a pancake party at hers.
I am going to stay in with the Lovely Boyfriend and make them at home. It has been a rather tumultuous few weeks, I daresay my life has sounded more like the plot of a soap opera than like a real person's life. Neighbours rather than Eastenders or Shoddyoaks, but dramatic nontheless. The Lovely Boyfriend's work announced redundancies yesterday, which for such a small company were scary. I knew he would be ok, because he is the hardworking genius master of the graphics and the typefonts. Thankfully I got an email from him 1/2 hour ago confirming my suspicions.
This leaves me free to concentrate on pancake recipes, I mean work. I am going to try really hard to do some uninterrupted work for at least ten minutes, no checking emails, no reading the Guardian or other people's blogs for 1/2 hour like petite anglaise (fraancofinn take note I think you would like it). So yes work, and then as I am antibiotic free for the first time in aaaages I can even take the Lovely Boyfriend out for a drink to celebrate the fact he still has a job!

I had two coffees today.

Just remembered I was also going to put my nice (questionable, as they are from Next, but i was forced into a corner by aimlessly shopping and then losing a receipt and being offered Next vouchers...Next vouchers? Surely receiving Next vouchers is a form of living hell? Imagine the scene: Right, I've got thirty pounds to burn baby, will it be the suedette cube, the sticks in a mass produced vase (ok, so I'm on a rant, but what is it about sticks in a vase?!?) or the sequin embellished cushion covers? So you see why I opted for the white cotton bedlinen set, and what the shit is percale anyway? Seems to me to be poly-cotton and poly-cotton is what got me in this damn mess in the first place!!) sheets on my bed and be all fresh and cosy and clean. But I forgot.

C'est le weekend! SATURDAY

After a great sleep watched the stupendous Popworld, I shitting love that programme.
Went into town, I don't think I've been out much because I couldn't stop staring at people, all that eyeliner and tan and stupid clothes... I know how old people feel. I'm going to buy these shoes, click on the link, go on they're stupendous (love that word) and red and fake snake skin and called Ermentrude GO ON!!!
DO IT!!!
It was so freezing today, by the time me and Phil got to mine we were practically in tears. I tidied my room and reorganised my fabric until rich came and we talked about me helping relauch an annual mag/journal, good talk that. Spot varnish rules!
By that time it was bloody ten o'clock and there was but me in the house the big antibiotic hermit lame-o that I am. So I made some food and vowed to go upstairs, polish my shoes (oxblood shoe cream + shoe-polishing skills learnt at brownies= immense satisfaction) and tack up a shirt which has needed taking in for 5 years. FIVE YEARS. but no, I subconciously made an executive decision to go on the interweb and piss about until now. Literally just got a glass of water, how's that for hot off the presses blogging?

C'est le weekend! FRIDAY

Right in the middle of a weekend, I feel like I'm sending y'all a postcard from sunny climes or something. So far, so good. Had the evilist sap your brains out preiod pains last night, Phil would be trying to have a conversation with me and I'd be all 'Who? Wait what are we talking about? I need to sit down, have you got any paracetamol?' So while he was being all clever and making his dad's website function with its big catalogue of plants work I lay in bed and snoozed. What a wicked website eh? To say that has been a labour of love would be a definite understatement, 'The Lovely' Phil even ended up telling his own dad that it was the bane of his life no less. Very pretty bane of his life though, if you take a look at the site 'sundries' is the latest addition. really good website actually, I'm getting distracted by kiwi trees and nut trees and a birdscare humming line...sounds rude heheh.
So when Phil went to bed he woke me up because I was semi dressed -baggy woolly tights and jumper, this ain't that kind of blog; and as he was waking me up I was dreaming that every part of my body was a little factory and so was his and he was switching on all my factories to wake me up. heehee! little factories!

ahhh...

Everyone who could tell me off has left the office. I feel like like when your mum and dad go out and you put The Box (the channel) on and start hunting out all your mum's expensive face creams. I'm going to go on the internet like I just don't care, even though I do that all the time anyway.
Its been a hard few weeks at Casa del Iso, not really the best time for a birthday at all but hopefully by the time everything is all smoothed out it will be summer. Its just a bit hard when you have things going on in your life there's less time to do the fun things, like wearing dresses and getting drunk. Especially when you're on antibiotics!!
Its been snowing the last two days, nothing like what Bee saw in Canada obviously, but exciting nontheless. Thursday there were minute specks floating about which today turned into round, light feather-like confections.

Make mine a soya decaf. Seriously.

So its my final day off, I haven't done much sewing but its been lovely and I have a three day week to look forward to. Then next week my third (!) pre-op for my ear means another arvo off, and after that its only two weeks till the operation itself and two weeks of recuperation. Sweet. I'm going to spend my last day off making sushi and meeting Heidi for coffee where we will discuss being funny and writing.
Oh and thank you to everyone who came out for the slightly shambolic dinner on Saturday, and drinks too. Despite the fact that as I get older I get more nervous of my friends getting along and worried that everybody isn't having a good time, I think it was a success. I'm going to put up some pics on my flickr account.

I know its immature but...

heeheehee!!!

Chávez tells Blair to go to hell

A message to you moron

I found this internet site called themanwhofellasleep and I think this page was made for me.

Its an ampersand you idiot

I don't know if anyone who knows me realises how boring my job is.
I was just in a meeting about chip and pin and the guy giving the presentation came out with a few gems:
When you're out at the weekend and people tell you we're behind on chip and pin tell them its not true we have a ready-follower strategy.
If you want to email us just write 'chip and pin', yes the word "and", not the little sign thingy.
Aïe mi vida.

A french duke and a miserable Jazzman

Phil promised me a surprise yesterday as an early birthday treat. I had guessed it might be a Blind Date type activity (go-karting, glass-blowing, abseiling etc..). We walked into town and he made a sharp left straight to the Dome...to see...The Mighty Boosh!!
They were great and shambolic and weird and fun. My favourite part of seeing them live was the ridiculous improv where they basically slag each other off, why don't you visit Vince Noir and Howard Moons' respective web pages? The website is really good, take a look at the character page too.
What was really funny is that Steph my flatmate had asked me ages ago if I wanted to go as she had a spare ticket, so as she sauntered out of the front room with one of her friends from Shoreham I was left thinking... I'm sure she invited me, bloody...not fair..etc...
When all along she had to pretend she didn't know where I was going!! Ha! If she thinks that was masterful, she'd better wait till tomorrow night..we've organised a surprise 21st for her!

You had me at...

...the president who halved his salary on taking office so he could employ more teachers

This is my hero of the day, the president of Bolivia, Evo Morales. I saw a special on the news about him a few days ago, and now an article in the paper -yes I know I only read the Guardian...whadda ya gonna do about it? Force me to search for varied and balanced news sources?!

Anyway he is promising to renationalise Bolivia's water supply, says that Castro, Chavez and him are the new 'axis of good' and I like him. It remains to be seen as to whether anything will actually happen, but for today he is my hero of the day.

I'm like a chocoholic, but for books!

I think I read books like an alcoholic drinks. I start reading a book and I try to down the lot in one go, reading as fast as I can until I pass out. I can't savour each word and appreciate the plot, I have to absorb it all and pass out only waking to half remember the previous night's activities. Not for me closing the book at 11pm to have a safe amount of time to sleep*, no sir. I have to skim over the pages until I get to the end or 3am, whichever comes first.
As a treat for reading this here is a link to a funny Onion article called "I'm like a chocoholic, but for booze!"
*11am might seem ridiculously early to you, but if you're honest, truly honest with yourself, the amount of sleep which makes you feel happy is 9 hours. Not 8, nine. You know it.

Alian's blog has shamed me into writing a post.

Second migraine in less than a week, another whole weeknight wasted. Possibly worst week ever for clustering of ailments and events; which is ironic considering i spend most of my time trying to come up with ways of getting sick days off.

I've been listening to a 'What Have You Done?' by Kano, I like to listen to sad music all the time but never before has a song articulated unpleasant sort of sadness to me. What does it for me is the plaintive female voice that loops and the main dispassionate musical sample that nauseously lurches to a minor key and back again. Perfect.

Its all wiggly and rainbow coloured

So I went to the hospital and didn't get my operation. I don't even want to talk about it. It has been postponed. Ear is bad, I am scratchy on the bone behinfd the ear. I am scared that it is an evil infection trying to break out of my head.
Well, not really. Only as much as I am scared evil infection is working its way to brain hence current mental state.
Supreme stagnation at work. Getting the point I cannot be bothered to talk to anyone, and they're not all bad.
I've got a migraine coming on.