I laugh in the face of football.

In celebration of England's speedy exit from the 2010 World Cup I would just like to say I am relieved that I no longer have to bear drunk losers during the day coming in my shop and abusing me. I no longer have to bear the sight of middle aged women who would never EVER watch a football match normally wearing some hideously tight St George's cross attire with a crude slogan such as "Nice Balls" emblazened across their sagging chests. Gone will be "England" Cup Cakes and Gingerbread men and stupid plastic flags that only serve to f&**k up the environment that little bit more. I might get a seat in a pub. Kids with bad hair cuts might shut the hell up. People might stop crying over sports.
Probably not though.
And there's no use telling people there are other things happening and that there is no need to get so upset because that would be the ultimate insult...........

Summertime.

Today I would like another Starbucks Frappucino..... I used to work there so I know how bad for you they are but they're just so yummy. Maybe its all the sugar? Mmmmmmmm Sugar.

My Garden.

This is the third summer in my house and finally my garden has provided me with something lovely! The first year I tried veggies and all I got were two teeny weeny carrots, a few peas and loads of hungry slugs. The second year all I got were weeds. This year its a colourful flower haven and I cut a few for my house!

Blackpool Fool.

Today I was given the sad news that Chris Sievey, the creator of Frank Sidebottom, had died. This character had provided much amusement for me and I hope other people too. I remember him on the telly from when I was a child (and we all know I love things from when I was a child!) and found him funny then. His humour was sheer sillyness! Or "daft" as my Dad would have said. There's nothinmg funnier than a frown man behaving like a child... dressing in his best football kit and going to the shops for his mam.
This picture (above) of me was taken many years ago when I went to Manchester and Blackpool for thew weekend with some friends. We hd a great time and I loved this mosaic at Afflecks Palace (which I have been told has been removed now.... which is rubbish!)

I went to see Frank Sidebottom the first Valentine's Day my boyfriend and I celebrated together. It was very funny, had a wonderful atmosphere and I got my photograph taken with him and my friend Nick who won a cardboard puppet of Little Frank! That night I purchased a Frank Sidebottom T-shirt which will be forever cherished and I still have the poster from the night in a frame in my room.
I think its time I got out my Zoo Scrapbook.............

Who am I to stand in the way of a little mold?

This week I had a cheeky ebay treat and it arrived today. Two My Little Pony bags to add to my collection. The seller failed to mention that one of them had dried on mold on the back..... Hey ho. It's still a Pony bag, right?

I'm such a failure I can't even suprise someone...

... Yesterday was my brother's surprise 30th birthday barbeque... I got lost and missed the surprise bit! Duh! Me and Joe walked around for an hour trying to use google map on Joe's Iphone and in the end rang my brother's house... he had already got to the party! So after baking in the sun we downed a can of lager (probably not the best form of re-hydration) and sat in the sun for a few hours. I didn't sample the treats from the grill as I am veggie and there wasn't much for us and also communal eating freaks me out a bit! I had some cucumber then ate my birthday cake on the train home! It was tasty birthday cake. Chocolate sponge iced with cars! What a boy! I would have My Little Ponies on mine.....

Week of hatred.

Sometimes everything is such hard work. It's most annoying when the things that are such hard work are actually the most simple tasks.... Such as answering the phone...... but to morons.
"Do you sell surgical stockings?"
"No."
"Oh. You don't?"
"No."
"Who does?"
"Try Boots."
"Boots? Have you got their number?"
..... Funnily enough No I don't have Boots' number to hand. Why don't you get it from the same place you got my number? Idiot.