Things on Tuesday
[this is not good]
- Smokers. Oh, not all smokers - I'm not that much of a hypocrite. Specifically, people who walk along the street, smoking and flicking their ash behind them. When I smoked, people used to take the piss out of me because I couldn't smoke and walk at the same time and this is why. I don't smoke any more (more or less) and I don't want to turn up to work in the morning covered in someone else's ash.
- My wool still hasn't arrived. Boo.
[this is wierd]
- My dad is talking about getting married. He's not seeing anyone, he hasn't even gone out with anyone but his friends are trying to fix him up with ladies and he doesn't seem to realise that he could just go out with someone without having to make any kind of a commitment. We asked what the one of the ladies was like and he replied with a damning 'she was quite presentable'. When questioned further he said 'when you get to my age, you don't expect a babe'. Apparently, if you do get a babe she's probably after something and he'd regret it for the rest of his life. I don't know how I feel about this; he's lonely and I don't want him to be but after you've been with someone for 50 years, how do you get to have that same level of companionship and understanding with someone new?
[this is a vague musing]
- I'm considering cutting my hair. Ideally, I'd like to have it shorter during the week, then big and exciting at the weekends. Also, I'm wierdly fascinated with how long I can get it before I lose patience/the split ends take over.
[this is good]
- Snog, Marry, Avoid. I'm obsessed with this. It's brilliant! Terrifying orange girls wearing gaffer tape and badly applied eyeshadow are plucked off the street and made to wash their faces, before the general public confirms how much nicer they think they look. It's a little unfair because they only seem to show the responses from frightfully well-spoken public school boys. I wonder if they showed pictures of girls who are styling themselves on Jodie Marsh (why? WHY?) round the streets of Croydon if they'd get a different response.
- I'm going to the real estate property fair in November with work. It might not sound that exciting but did I mention it was in Cannes? It's in Cannes! Ha!
- In the absence of my knitting wool, I'm entertaining myself by doing some Nick Cave cross stitch.
- My tomato plants (generously donated by a certain CQM) have baby tomatoes. This is enormously exciting and you'd think they were actual babies by the amount of attention they are getting (including being photographed on an almost daily basis) except that they will be eaten at some point.
Comments
Your dad thing will be a bit weird. When my mum died my dad spoke in abstract terms about re-marrying in about 10 years' time, once my youngest bro had left home. In reality he met and married someone within about 18 months of my mother's death. It was weird and hard for a number of reasons, but the mantra, "At Least He's Happy" was one I repeated often. I don't know if my dad has the same level of companionship and understanding with my step mother that he had with my mother - different people; different relationships and all, but the focus on the relationship and its future is totally different - they knew that they'd never have children together, having 5 between them anyway and they seem to just be extremely happy pottering around - e.g. a couple of weeks ago they went off sailing in the south of France and they're not coming back to August - they seem to be perennial teenagers, but with more money.
Thanks Jando - I can see that becoming my mantra. He's also talking about moving to London as well and that would be a Good Thing.
Snog, Marry, Avoid is on BBC3 so it's probably on at least twice, every day. They also have goths on (De-Goth!) which is always entertaining.
Hair woo hoo. I have done the same for 10 months!!! Today I succumbed and had it cut by a nice gay man who looovvveeed (said like that) long hair and didn't cut too much off. Blunt ends and an assymetric fringe were the order of the day. He also liked a nice deep side parting, fnar. Apparently (according to M's Aunt) Cate Blanchett gets her barnet cut there. And all for £22.
Snog, Marry, Avoid. Tell. Me. More. Are they completely feral?
Cross stitch. Nick Cabe in Cross Stitch!? That just rules. Can you bring it to Brighton so we can take tea and sandwiches* whilst discussing the merits of stitchery? I am currently sourcing dainty cups for our tea.
Flicking ash is horrid.
*Also why is Giles not on tonight, *weeps*?
Cor, that sounds nice, B. Perhaps I can go when I come for our sewing circle/bracing sea air/afternoon tea.
The women on the programme are all dreadful but it's lovely to see the tears of gratitude in their boyfriend's eyes when they turn up looking all clean and shiny at the end.
Jando - have you got internet at home? It's probably on iplayer.
Also: No Giles tonight? Whyyyyyyyyyyyy?
Re knitting wool. Do you know these lovely people?: http://www.texere.co.uk/
I am a relatively unreformed smoker - but I never, never flick my ash at people. I sometimes set my own clothes on fire, but never anyone else's. 's true.
Man alive, that website could be my undoing! The trouble with the undelivered wool is that I've already been charged for it. I've sent them a stern email, so hopefully there will be a penitent response waiting in my inbox tonight.
Setting your own clothes on fire is perfectly acceptable. Practically all of my gloves have got singe marks on them.
It is rather dangerous, that site. Even worse, they sometimes have open days, if you're ever up that way, where they let you walk around the mill helping yourself to random cones of wool for pennies. My sisters (of course - aka 'Bargains 'R Us') have picked up kid mohair and cashmere for bugger-all in the past ....
I have tiny little holes in the rh side of some of my coats from smoking outside on breezy days .... oops.
I am sometimes up that way and I know exactly where it is as my old boss used to live on that road (isn't it funny the things you remember? It must be about 15 years since I worked there) so I'll keep an eye on their site and try to time my visit.
Yep, lots of my older coats have those very same holes.
If you sign up they'll give you plenty of notice.
Just don't tell me, okay? I'll be very, very jealous ...
Smokers.
I passed by someone the other day who very casually flicked his cigarette onto the street. I was considering eviscerating him on the spot, but figured that would make an even bigger mess.
I thought to take a look at 'S/M/A', but found that it was 'only available to play in the UK'. Now, that's hardly fair, and I am now terribly bitter.
I mean, even more than usual.
Right-oh, Plubster. Unless you want to put an order in?
Aubrey - that's so spiteful. Why should you be denied the orange girls with matted hair extensions?
Shit, that comment went wrong. What I was meant to say was: it's really annoying.
I don't mind so much if they're stationary as at least then the ash goes in front of them.
Your comment made me think of the Charge by Divine Comedy so it took me a few moments to work out why the words didn't fit.
Catching up on blogs I've been missing! Read this! Shocked myself by laughing at the idea of eating babies like they're tomatoes!
I can't drink and walk at the same time - I just pour it all over myself if I try.
Could your dad be using the term 'getting married' as shorthand for dating? Or is that the kind of thing only my parents would do?