lab 2 August 2010
A teenage labrador (dog, as opposed to a teenage boy from Labrador) gnawed me with some vigour several times tonight – I don’t think it was a death thing, just affection and, therefore, I am taking it, as any elderly lady should, as a complete compliment. His name is Archie and he is a stunner. He has a slight problem with drool but we’ll discuss that presently and I feel we can come to an arrangement about my jackets…and jeans…
teenage 1 August 2010
Joyce of Embra points out that playing the penny falls at the arcade probably beats putting money in a machine and ending up 13 years old and having to go through puberty again a la Tom Hanks in the movie BIG. True. But here’s the kicker – I am living the life of a 13 year old a lot of these days. Number One is that I might as well have been 13 in that arcade the other day as playing the penny falls was one of my favourite things to do then (always loved it well above the one armed bandits, or dodgems, etc) and the fact that it still is probably tells you that in my head I am a lot younger most of the time than I look all of the time. Also, I am writing a novel for teenage girls right now and the protagonist Jenny Q is 13 and I am having great fun and enormous cringing putting in things I still feel that tally with how I felt when I was that age physically…I don’t seem to have come very far…though that’s not necessarily a bad thing, of course.
arcade 31 July 2010
Thinking of the seaside has made me realise that I may have led Miss Sally Carman onto a rocky road. I introduced her to the delights of the Penny Falls in the amusement arcade on our day out – and those delights are MANY and corrupting…Basically you put twopence pieces into a chute and they land in the machine and are pushed forward, some falling onto a lower level which is always STACKED with riches just waiting for your tuppence to nudge it to freedom and your pocket. I could play it all afternoon, had I endless supplies of tuppenny pieces, and that’s what you need when you fall into the clutches of this siren game. As it was, we conducted an experiment and waited till our pound was gone then counted what we’d liberated from the devil machine – I’d got 36p and Sal a whopping 42p…then we put it all back in, got less back, reinvested it and on and on till we lost it all. And started rooting about in purses for more money. We also (LIKE FOOLS) tried the 10p version and there is no quicker way of losing money. To be honest I liked the tuppenny one better anyhow…I’m hooked. I think she is too. It was a dark and troubling incident.
challenged 31 July 2010
I thought of a great thing to tell ye all about just now and because i didn’t write it down IMMEDIATELY it’s GONE! bleddy hell – could I get more elderly or challenged??? It was something to do with my day out to the seaside on Wednesday with my lovely Sally Carman…that’s as much as I can remember…
dominoes 29 July 2010
I played a game of dominoes in deep background of a shot at work a few days ago and it has led to something of a dispute. It’s years since I indulged in that great game and I’ll admit I could remember very few of the rules SO we set off on a double (but hear now it should be a double 6??) and were using the blanks to match what we wanted (ie calling them what best suited us) though now the word is that a blank can only meet a blank?? While discussing the finer details today, one of the regulars in the Jockey opined that, really, you could make up your own rules as long as both players were agreed – EH??? WHAT?! I had to say ‘stop you right there, pal, that would be Anarchy and, quite frankly, JAZZ DOMINOES’ and, to be honest, I meant PROGRESSIVE jazz…ie the NO TUNE jazz – the makingitupasyougoalong jazz! This can not be tolerated, at least not on my watch. We are no closer to agreeing what the actual rules of dominoes are so I’d be grateful for guidance on that from those of you who appreciate the sweet music of the game.
bitter 28 July 2010
I went on a top day out to the sea with Ms Sally Carman today (aka Kelly the HO of SHAMELESS) and it were a right laugh. Alright, I’ll admit there was a nasty texting moment over the phone after she’d left me home when I pointed out she hadn’t brought me back to check out the retirement home we’d had so much hope for in Lytham St Anne’s BUT we’ll just have to live with that …for now…
Anyhow, she was asking about my night b4 our trip and I admitted that I had eaten too much fried liver (in honour of Himself who re-introduced me to it recently) and also had a sleeping tablet (v mild but it does leave a v v slightly bitter taste in your mouth when you wake up) SO we found ourselves, quite literally, with a case of bitter irony!!!!
ashore 27 July 2010
I was flicking about on the tv offerings tonight (not great, which is a let down for me as someone who, as ye know, has had great tv viewing recently) but did catch a bit of a programme that referred to pirates ‘stealing ashore’ and it was so resonant because my late and wonderful father used to say, at the end of a night’s carousing, ‘will we go ashore?’. This is Race Week in Galway, where I grew up, and he’d‘ve been above at the course throwing good money after bad and having fantastic time and, after a feed of pints of porter, I hear him wondering about when it’s time to go home (ashore) – he’ll be gone 5 years soon – where does the time go?
viewing 26 July 2010
I have been so lucky of late viewing wise – INCEPTION the movie, a SMART thriller (which was packed at the local IMAX and therefore proves you don’t need to dumb down to have a hit – and, by the by, did you all notice I said ‘local’ imax…like we’ve all gottem!!!) then the new series of SHERLOCK HOLMES on the BBC last night which was totally super (pacey, stylish, brilliantly acted and written) and this evening I caught an ARMSTRONG AND MILLER sketch show – those men are so funny and talented and well, I’ll say it again, FUNNY. hooray…
inception 25 July 2010
Went to INCEPTION at the IMAX in Manchester last night (the screen is 8 storeys high, apparently!) then had splendid analysis and a steak with the lovely Lou Grundy who was my date for the evening. In the ensuing melee I plain forgot to blog…senior moment or too much fun happening? I’ll let you all decide. Anyhow, for those of you who have seen the movie, how can I even be sure any of it happened…I may live today pretending this Sunday is a dream and see how that goes. If it’s good maybe I’ll not bother waking up…
pout 23 July 2010
Had one of those massively lengthy sleeps last night that leaves a gal exhausted and a bit puffy. Well, add to that a spot on the top lip (not apparent to the human eye but feels ENORMOUS to the bearer) which has plumped said lip out into the proportion of a small trout pout. This would be an ideal day to ‘be someone’ and papped and have all of those pics in the papers wondering if you’ve had ‘something done’ – it would be pure magic to debunk it with the seven simple words ‘I have a spot there, is all.’
Thanks to all who have been in contact after reading THE TIME IS NOW – it’s great to get such positive feedback and I am feeling proper proud of it as a result – thank you thank you thank you!