lines 27 January 2011
I did a voiceover recently (a radio ad for car insurance, since you ask) and got to talking about the old days of tape going round on spools. I once did a great take for a cereal ad but there was a tiny clicky mouth noise over the last word and the engineer painstakingly chopped out a tiny piece of the recording tape, spliced it up again and the sound had disappeared – quite magical. These days, there ain’t no tape and its pretty much all done by typing on a computer – the sound of your voice is represented by coloured, jagged lines. Which puts me in mind of the dongle I use to bring the magic of the web to my laptop and thereby communicate with you all. It is in service right now but as usual is being a silly fecker – it too has coloured lines to represent the signal being activated but yesterday constantly and consistently lied about being connected to the net…hence the silence from myself on many matters…it was the lying that got to me, though – it kept saying it was connected but it so was not. It’s one thing when someone else’s laptop or system lies to you as a visitor/intruder/stranger but when one of your own goes bad its hard to stomach…i shall be having words with it later…
ariel and alice 23 January 2011
I may have been chosen yesterday by a pair of cats – the rumour is that (perhaps) I chose them but I rather think it can never truly be that way when it comes to us and them. They are shy sisters, a year and half to 2 years old, called Ariel and Alice and there are pictures of them looking cross on the Cats Aid website which don’t do them justice really. They arrive next weekend. Cats Aid have lots of hairies needing homes or financial assistance (for instance the group feeds a lot of feral colonies and attempts to capture and spay those wild ones too). They are quite rightly fussy about where their animal charges go, as its all about the cats – proper order. I am DELIGHTED that myself and Rich have passed muster. Our ladies arrive next weekend. Weirdly our last 2 were a black cat (Snubby) and a blue (The G Cat) but it’s a coincidence that these are also those same colours – there the similarity ends, and Ariel and Alice have their own personalities for sure (and for all we know they may have other names too!) You can check them out online.
dentures 21 January 2011
8 extra strength steradent (denture cleaner) into the loo, left overnight = sparkling bowl this morning! Domestic Goddess-ness, though hardly of the Nigella sort – wonder if she ever has to clean a lav…?
mundane 19 January 2011
A (new?) visitor to the site emailed to say that I shouldn’t blog about mundane things and whereas I’d love to have philosophical insight each day of my life and pass all that on I am in fact usually surrounded by the mundanities and trivia of life – and not sure that those aren’t also the texture that makes us who we are…Accordingly, today’s ordinariness is that I am trying all sorts of solutions (quite literally) to remove dark stains from the loo. I have tried cola (but it was the end of a plastic bottle of the stuff and probably wasn’t fizzy enough?) and next I’m off to buy alka seltzer which comes recommended as a good ‘shifter’. Welcome to my world…
blue 17 January 2011
I wondered what was wrong with me all day today – listless yet nervy, unsettled and a bit low, even though no one did anything too bad to me (except explain a tax thingy I so didn’t want to hear) and I wasn’t my own worst enemy (as can happen if I am so inclined), I wasn’t hungover cos I’m on the dry and I even had one potential bit of good news – well, turns out today is Blue Monday and statistically, or at least famous for being, the ‘worst’ day of the year, SO mystery solved…and it is now nearly over = hooray! As long as Terrible Tuesday is not planning an appearance, all may be ok. I’d love to know who put together the data on Blue Monday, mind you, and how…WHO DOES THESE THINGS?
wacky 16 January 2011
Ah here now. Where’s me wacky showbiz lifestyle? EH? I’m not sure I want too much of a whirl but it’d be nice to have the option, I suppose. No, scratch that, I like the quiet life right now, love it in fact. But there are moments when I worry that I’ve gone too monastic. On Friday I found myself sitting in plucking my eyebrows, so unable to wait another day to tackle them when I got back to the house of the GOOD tweezers that I only left the flat to go purchase a new tweezers and magnifying mirror and scuttle back to revel in their wonderfulness. Oh yes, I was well pleased with myself. Then it was off to bed and sleep before midnight…Cinderella…
pj 14 January 2011
Ah now LADS – i’m on the move and using the dongle boradband and it’s kicking up so its the usual nonsense of not being able to keep in proper touch. Mind you, there ain’t much of and earth-shattering nature to report except that I have discovered an odd thing about me and clothing – well, just pajamas really – I am unable to do button them up properly. Even if I start at the bottom, I still manage to pick the wrong hole for the button and end up lopsided and because many of me ‘cosy’ ones (ie v worn out and pink and comfy and should be retired by now) have short legs from being dried too often at high temperatures I look entirely challenged in them – not quite the sight that people are seeing when they tune in and catch me as Libby in SHAMELESS (where I have been displaying flesh all week, I think – I can’t watch myself on tv, something a lot of actors will understand, so I haven;t been tuning in). Funny that pajamas are called pjs too as I am Pauline Jennifer McLynn and my Dad often called me PJ.
I’m travelling to do The Wright Stuff on Channel 5 even as I type – hope some of you can tune in.
Thanks for all the offers of cats but I can’t have them in the UK as there’s a no pets policy where I live so it’s the Dublin home that will welcome them and there are 2 earmarked for me that I hope to move in shortly. I’ll let ye know how I go there when the time comes.
Speaking of which, THE TIME IS NOW is in bookshops and online and I hope youse all enjoy it!
pj 14 January 2011
Ah now LADS – i’m on the move and using the dongle boradband and it’s kicking up so its the usual nonsense of not being able to keep in proper touch. Mind you, there ain’t much of and earth-shattering nature to report except that I have discovered an odd thing about me and clothing – well, just pajamas really – I am unable to do button them up properly. Even if I start at the bottom, I still manage to pick the wrong hole for the button and end up lopsided and because many of me ‘cosy’ ones (ie v worn out and pink and comfy and should be retired by now) have short legs from being dried too often at high temperatures I look entirely challenged in them – not quite the sight that people are seeing when they tune in and catch me as Libby in SHAMELESS (where I have been displaying flesh all week, I think – I can’t watch myself on tv, something a lot of actors will understand, so I haven;t been tuning in). Funny that pajamas are called pjs too as I am Pauline Jennifer McLynn and my Dad often called me PJ.
I’m travelling to do The Wright Stuff on Channel 5 even as I type – hope some of you can tune in.
Thanks for all the offers of cats but I can’t have them in the UK as there’s a no pets policy where I live so it’s the Dublin home that will welcome them and there are 2 earmarked for me that I hope to move in shortly. I’ll let ye know how I go there when the time comes.
Speaking of which, THE TIME IS NOW is in bookshops and online and I hope youse all enjoy it!
desk 11 January 2011
Himself is an agent and, in the continuing despondency over the parsnips, I had to point out to him today that cavemen moved around a lot while they were grazing and probably did indulge in root veg quite a bit, so it’s ok to have them. Mind you, they didn’t sit at a desk representing people who pretend to be other people all day…so, it seems we’ll never truly be cavemen again, barring being drunk in a taxi queue any late night…
cave 9 January 2011
Himself got me to cut out the big 4 carbs some time ago, so we don’t eat potatoes, rice, pasta or bread much at all anymore. And we’ve been good on avoiding processed food. Indeed, when an article about eating like a caveman/cavewoman appeared in a paper today he assured me that was essentially what we’ve been following…BUT turns out parsnips and root vegetables in general aren’t really allowed. There has followed a decline in the household, particularly as Richard has a passion for the Roast Parsnip (he, like, REALLY loves ‘em)…and he found out peanuts are a legume not a nut and kinda not cavemanny enough for the ‘diet’…I waved an allowed walnut at him but it hasn’t quite returned the sparkle to his eyes…