Tuesday, 31 July 2007

Here's one I don't recommend

Last night, my friend Helen and I met for our monthly session of fine wine, traditional English pub grub, and good company. Well, 2 out of 3 ain't bad.
It was Helen's turn to drive but there was a slight change of plan as her car was producing thick black smoke from the exhaust. So I jumped in my (mothers) car and gave her a ride to a recently refurbished, Essex countryside public house. It all looked very promising as we pulled into the car park, white picket fence surrounding the duck pond, tables and chairs on the patio area, with blooming colourful hanging baskets - and some of the hanging baskets were even producing little strawberries.
As we stepped inside the building, we admired the tasteful sofas, log fires and pictures on the walls. Although we couldn't help noticing that it was unusually quiet. In fact, a couple sitting outside were just leaving, and as I discovered whilst hunting for the toilets, there was only one occupied table in the restaurant upstairs. We ordered our drinks and then asked to see the menu.
'Can we sit outside to eat, as it's actually not raining,' Helen enquired. We were told that would be possible. Just as I was thinking how pleasant this all was, I read the menu. The expensive and distinct-lack-of-choice menu. Surely there must be something on here that I like, and is not day light robbery, I thought to myself.
We both ordered fat chips and a green salad. Hardly top nosh, but it was the best out of a bad bunch. And I consider myself to be neither fussy with my eating habits, or tight with my finances.
We chose our table and chairs outside, by the heater (this is an English summer after all) and with pretty over hanging baskets to keep us company.
The four fat chips each arrived, minus any condiments, and a very sorry looking feeble excuse for a salad. It then dawned on me why the place was practically deserted.
Helen was lucky, she got extra in her salad - a wriggling bug. She wiped it onto her napkin and we both sat staring at the creature for a while, appetites slowly dieing.
Then, the pretty hanging baskets which were above, leaked water all over the bench and all over us.
Still, as I said, 2 out of 3 ain't bad. The wine was nice and it was great to see my friend.
But next time we shall be taking our custom else where.

Picture of the day:

You've missed a bit.

Monday, 30 July 2007

Great White Sharks, holes in shoes and other bits of news

In the middle of my weekend, which was filled with drinking, eating, reading (Chapter 10 of Harry Potter beckons) and watching films - the creepy and frighteningly true account of '10 Rillington Place' and 'Hearts in Atlantis' which is based on a Stephen King novel and stars the legendary Antony Hopkins, and 'Carrie 2' linked to the first Carrie film which is written by Stephen King, but not as good as the original - I learnt that a Great White Shark has been spotted on the Cornwall coast line. Whatever next!
And sadly and unexpectedly, the comedian and actor, Mike Reid, died of a massive heart attack in his luxury villa in Spain. He was 67.
I also discovered that my faithful red and comfortable shoes are literally falling apart and developing holes on the soles. They just don't make clothes to last these days.
Oh and my cousin Paul broke his foot whilst on a train. We are quite an accident prone family. In one week alone my cousin Jack had a broken collar bone, my cousin Paul a broken wrist, my uncle John three gall stones, my nan a broken arm, my mum had painful gout, my dad was recovering from an operation and I think I had done something to my foot.
I'm always doing something to my foot anyway. Or discovering that my shoes are collapsing. So, due to the new state of my shoes, I think I might pop to the shops now to see what others are on offer.

Picture of the day:

Ferocactus Histrix

Friday, 27 July 2007

The Order of the Phoenix

'Are we going home first? As I have a big smelly thing for you,' I said to my friend Caron.
'I'm not sure if I want a big smelly thing,' my friend replied.
I was, of course, referring to the Rosemary plant that my other friend Claire had purchased for her, to plant in her new garden in her new home. My gift was not as large or as fragrant, it was a baby Calla Lilly plant which I liked the look of.
So I met Caron at Waterloo train station, with two plants and my over night bag. We travelled to her new home town together, where bags and plants were deposited in her new premises. I had a nose around her home, which is lovely, and we scoffed a delicious curried cottage pie. Then in was off to the cinema for nachos with cheese and salsa sauce (salsa sauce ended up all over my jeans) and we watched Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. What a brilliant film.
Afterwards it was back to Caron's abode, where we felt exhausted with all the excitement of flying wizards and witches and good verses evil. Her new mattress has not arrived yet, for the spare room, so I slept on the sofa bed, unaware that inside the cinema my purse had been left behind.
It wasn't until I was at the train station this morning, when I reached inside my bag for my purse, to enable me to purchase an extension ticket, that I discovered my purse was missing. Panic rose inside me, how could I get to work without money for my ticket?! What about the six debit/credit/store cards inside my purse?! And the money that I had drawn out from the hole in the wall?! I promptly telephoned the cinema to track down my purse and left a very stressed message on someones voice mail. Next telephone call was to the office, to explain my predicament, and then to Caron, who fortunately was still at home. She came to the station, with lunch for me, money for my ticket and money for the weekend. What would I have done without her.
So alas the evening has been slightly tainted with my carelessness. I have now spoken to the cinema and my purse is no where to be found. Oh well, worse things happen at sea, and in Harry Potter's life.

Picture of the day:

Lilium Speciosum

Wednesday, 25 July 2007

The day we went to Cambridge

Myself, my colleague (who is now my new boss) and the extremely tall publisher, journeyed to Cambridge today, to visit the premises of our new printers and sample a near by restaurant for lunch. It beats a day stuck in the office.
We managed to arrive an hour after the scheduled time, as we took a few wrong turns in the publishers car, which resulted in us admitting we were hopelessly lost and telephoning my contact twice, trying to figure out where the heck we were in relation to the printing site.
Finally found them, and arrived full of apologies for our late arrival. Coffee and biscuits were supplied in the boardroom (I had my eye on the chocolate biscuits but I didn't want to be the only one eating) and we discussed requirements and procedures for a new and healthy working relationship, between publishing house and printing company.
We are also British, so we discussed the weather - the terrible flooding conditions in the country. Thousands of people have been affected in Oxfordshire, Gloucestershire and Cambridgeshire and they have been left homeless and without electricity. I can not imagine what they are going through and count my lucky stars that it has not personally affected me, my family or my friends.
The Harry Potter mania was also discussed, it's sweeping the country and I no longer know a single person who has not read one of the books or watched one of the films. I shall be seated at the cinema tomorrow night, eagerly watching Harry Potter And The Order Of The Phoenix.
After the boardroom meeting we had the grand tour of the factory, nodding our approval at the impressive printing machinery and the reprographics department.
Next it was time for lunch, which was a very appetising Thia curry with steamed rice, and couple of glasses of Sauvignon Blanc to cool down.
I arrived home an hour earlier than my normal working hours, so all in all it has not been a bad day.

'Picture of the day' below (I haven't forgotten my promise!)

The Small Bell Orchid.

Monday, 23 July 2007

Creative Blogger visits Kew Gardens



According to Rebecca from http://www.ramblingrebecca.blogspot.com/ (and her blog is certainly worthy of the CB title) I am a Creative Blogger, and I have been awarded the above award. I am truly touched to receive it and I'm parading it for all to see.

Receiving the award comes with a few little rules, one of them being that the award must be passed on to 5 other bloggers. So here's my list below:

http://www.tefidesigns.blogspot.com/ I love and admire her creative designs, her blog is a pleasure to read.

http://luxuriouschoices.blogspot.com/ Her poetry is outstanding and I love looking in and reading.

http://www.ineedtostopsoon.com/ I have found this blog from The Centre for Improved Living and credit where credit is due, it's a unique blog with amazing thoughts and creations.

http://foulbastard.blogspot.com/ Another blog I have stumbled across and I love the visual design and content.

http://jyankee.blogspot.com/ I'm not sure if you can present an award twice? I notice this blog already has one, but it's a regular with my lurking and I wanted to give it the recognition it deserves.

That's all folks! Oh and I'm suppose to copy the rules, which are below.

Of course, there are rules....
1) If you have received an award simply choose either the dark or light background image and save it to your files, then post it proudly on your blog!
2) Pass the award on to five other people, you can choose any of the awards from the series, you do not have to pass out the exact award you received. Choose whichever of the awards below that you'd like to give out. You can give out one of each or five of the same one, whatever you prefer.
3) You can change the size and color of awards to suit your blog, that's up to you, it's your blog, just leave the titles the same.
4) Please link back to this post so that people can read these rules and so that the meanings of the awards will not be lost.

Changing the subject slightly, today I visited Kew Gardens with my friend Claire. Pity it rained non stop (apart from when we tucked into our jacket potatoes and glasses of white at the nearest public house) but it was a pleasure to visit. So peaceful and vibrant and many photo opportunities. In fact, I have taken the below pictures to share with you.
And before I go, and in case you were wondering, the Car Which Now Has Key was unfortunately below standard, so it's back to the drawing board.
And I have the new Harry Potter book! Already half way through and I'm off to continue the Harry Potter experience now....

Scenes from Kew Gardens








Friday, 20 July 2007

Reasons to be cheerful

1. It's pay day.
2. It's Friday.
3. I have booked a days holiday for next Monday. (Kew Gardens here I come.)
4. The owner of The Car With No Key is getting a key cut for me and I should be able to check it out at the weekend!

I'm sure I could concoct other reasons to be cheerful, such as, the melody of songbirds singing in the dawn chorus, a colourful rainbow after the storm, floating on a boat in the calm blue sea, a shooting star you make a wish upon, and the smell of chestnuts roasting on an open fire (that's if you like chestnuts). But for now, I will stick with my four reasons above.

I have decided in this hour that I will post a 'picture of the day' on each blog installment. I have a few up my sleeve, or rather on my camera, to share with you and it will keep me on my toes with regards to capturing new images.

Today's picture is one of Gods sea creatures.

Thursday, 19 July 2007

A good piece of advice

My good piece of advice is to never say you have a fast car until you actually have a fast car.
I spoke to the buyer last night and he informed me that he has lost the key. Am I the only person out there who finds a suitable motor vehicle, within my price range and 3 miles from my post code, only to be told that the key is missing in action? Before writing this, I contacted the buyer again, for the latest in the missing key saga, but his mobile when to voice mail. I have also noticed the car in pursuit has been removed from Auto Traders website. So what's a girl to do?

Yesterday, the question from http://thecenterforimprovedliving.blogspot.com/
was 'Give a good piece of advice to live by' and I can't take any credit for the below profound slices of wisdom, but here are some of my favourites:

Clean up your own mess.
Diego | 07.18.07 - 11:54 pm | #

I've learnt one thing about life: It goes on!
rb | Homepage | 07.18.07 - 6:29 pm | #

Treat others the way you wish to be treated and you will have many friends
Lori Larson | 07.18.07 - 6:20 pm | #

With enough courage you can do without a reputation - Rhett Butler
Anne | Homepage | 07.18.07 - 12:41 pm | #

Do it now.
Nick | Homepage | 07.18.07 - 10:06 am | #

Keep clean hands
If you are wrong admit it, if you have wronged another apologize, make a choice every moment to do what is right.
If "you" are wronged forgive.
Donetta | Homepage | 07.18.07 - 9:53 am | #

f**k 'em if they can't take a joke...
dana | 07.18.07 - 9:04 am | #

The other side of the marquee reads:
"Bad news for pessimists: optimists live longer."
Holly | 07.18.07 - 8:29 am | #

There is always time enough to get more money, but there isn't enough money in the world to buy more time.
Erin | Homepage | 07.18.07 - 7:16 am | #

Believe. Believe in God. Believe in love. Believe in yourself. Believe in something.
annietra | Homepage | 07.18.07 - 7:12 am | #

Make a quiet moment and listen to your soul.
rebecca | Homepage | 07.18.07 - 7:07 am | #

If you can't laugh it's not worth it.
lakelady | 07.18.07 - 7:04 am | #

Don't worry about the things that you can't control and the only thing you have any control is yourself.
Katie | Homepage | 07.18.07 - 6:21 am | #

Smile. It's easier than frowning.
Angie Weid | Homepage | 07.18.07 - 6:11 am | #

Don't drink sour milk.
Paul | Homepage | 07.18.07 - 5:24 am | #

Never hesitate to call for backup.
amymay269 | Homepage | 07.18.07 - 5:19 am | #

Live every moment as if it were your last and love every moment as if it were your first
sangeeta | Homepage | 07.18.07 - 4:39 am | #

Make peace with what you cannot change.
Use your inborn courage and creativity to change what you can.
Search for the wisdom to know the difference.
kgotthardt | Homepage | 07.18.07 - 6:06 am | #

An object in possession seldom retains the charm it had in pursuit
Nicodemus | 07.18.07 - 4:39 am | #

Add vinegar to beans and you won't fart.
marc horowitz | Homepage | 07.18.07 - 2:54 am | #


I'm attending a lunch date now, with an ex colleague who once worked in the office, and she may be freelancing for us when the schedules become chocker blocked again. I'm trying not to think about mislaid keys and cars removed from websites, instead I will concentrate on the lunch menu and the work load ahead.

But why has the vehicle been removed?! Surely he can't sell it without a key?! And surely he would have told me if he had sold it since last nights conversation?! What a palava.

Wednesday, 18 July 2007

I've got a fast car (and a visionary soul)

Well not yet. In fact, I am still waiting for the seller to return my telephone call. And my friends husband, The Car Mechanic, has very kindly agreed to check the engine over for me, to prevent me from buying a dud. So I haven't quite got a fast car yet (it's not even that fast) and I'm aware that you shouldn't count your chickens until they are hatched, but I'm nearly there. I have sufficient funds and access to Auto Trader, and a car mechanic on stand by. So fingers, arms and eyes crossed that very shortly I will have my own four wheels again! Call that five wheels, because it should come fully equipped with a spare!
I have just checked my mobile phone again, just incase for some mysterious reason the seller has called and I have not heard my mobile say 'hello moto!'| (It's a Motorola mobile phone.)

Interesting place number 2 has been organised today. The first place was The Natural History Museum, which is filed under 'many happy returns of the day'. It was George Michaels birthday when I wrote the update.
Next Monday I have the day off (I could become accustomed to these days off) to stroll around Kew Gardens with my friend Claire. Lay in, lunch, and the Mediterranean Summer Festival at the The Royal Botanic Gardens sounds ideal to me. Don't worry, pictures will be posted to Flying Pink Elephants.
Here's the link if you so desire to take a look: http://www.kew.org/

I am also in the process of arranging site visit and lunch with our new printers in Cambridge next week, and have received text information for a friends Murder Mystery themed hen night. So it's all go in the world according to me!

Come on mobile, say those magic words 'hello moto!'

As well as the nearly (not so) fast car, I have a visionary soul.

You Are a Visionary Soul

You are a curious person, always in a state of awareness.
Connected to all things spiritual, you are very connected to your soul.
You are wise and bright: able to reason and be reasonable.
Occasionally, you get quite depressed and have dark feelings.

You have great vision and can be very insightful.
In fact, you are often profound in a way that surprises yourself.
Visionary souls like you can be the best type of friend.
You are intuitive, understanding, sympathetic, and a good healer.

Souls you are most compatible with: Old Soul and Peacemaker Soul

Tuesday, 17 July 2007

The lost picnic

So much for the annual company picnic! At this specified moment in time, I am suppose to be sitting in Regents Park, London, lapping up the sunshine and swigging wine and nibbling food. Due to the weather forecast (rain, rain and yet more rain) and the miserable grey fluffy clouds, I am sitting at my desk eating low fat and rather dull soup.
I am not impressed. We even had a flyer emailed to our in boxes.



To occupy my disappointed mind and steer it away from picnicky thoughts, I have been surfing the Internet and investigating current news stories. Here's what I discovered:


Rugby player finds tooth stuck in his head

A rugby player in Australia somehow managed to keep competing for more than four months, without realizing he had an opponent's tooth lodged in his forehead.

Ben Czislowski, a former National Rugby League prop playing for Brisbane team Wynnum, had a clash of heads with opposing forward Matt Austin during an April 1 match against the pleasingly-named Tweed Heads. He had a head wound stitched up afterwards, the Australian Associated Press reported on Tuesday.

But Czislowski later suffered an eye infection and complained of lethargy and shooting pains in his head.

A visit to his doctor last week revealed a tooth still embedded in his head.
'I can laugh about it now, but the doctor told me it could have been serious, with teeth carrying germs,' said Czislowski. He kept the tooth as a souvenir.

'I've got the tooth at home, sitting on the bedside table,' he said.


World's tallest man meets world's shortest man


In the continuing adventures of the world's tallest man, Bao Xishun, our hero shakes hands with He Pingping, who is currently aiming for a place in the Guiness Book of Records as the world's shortest man.

The historic meeting between Bao, who stands 2.36 meters (7.9 feet) tall, and He, who only reaches 73 centimeters (2.4 feet) in height, took place in Baotou, in China's Inner Mongolia Autonomous Region on Friday.

You have to see it to believe it: http://www.metro.co.uk/weird/article.html?in_article_id=57120&in_page_id=2


Harry Potter and the Slightly Disturbing Sculpture

A woman by the name of Sarah Pratt has announced news that will thrill lovers of both butter and Harry Potter worldwide - she is to make a sculpture of the teenage wizard from butter.

The character will get his likeness carved in the stuff and be placed in a refrigerated glass case next month at the Iowa State Fair, next to the traditional butter cow.

It is not know how the traditional butter cow feels about this.

'The marketing department at the fair and I were looking for something that would be a timely pop-culture thing to do, and with the new movie and new book coming out, it seemed appropriate,' said Pratt, 30, a special education teacher.

She expects her dairy Potter to look more like the character depicted on the book covers than Daniel Radcliffe, who plays the boy wizard in the movies.

Visitors can expect to see Harry's trademark glasses and scar, but Pratt said she is still deciding on a pose.

The butter cow is a state fair tradition, and it's typically accompanied by a more topical, pop-culture-themed sculpture.

Last year, Pratt crafted a butter Superman, when Iowan Brandon Routh starred in the newest version of the film.

The fifth installment in the Harry Potter film series, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, opened last week, and topped the American box office over the weekend.

For those of you who just have to experience the joys of seeing Harry in butter form, this year's Iowa State Fair runs from August 9 - 19.


Meanwhile, back in the office:
The extremely tall publisher has just announced that one department have already bought their booze and food. They were warned by Human Resources not to do this until an hour before the designated time, in case the picnic was cancelled due to poor weather conditions. But rules are made to be broken and they rushed out first thing this morning. Apparently the food and drink is not to be wasted. Therefore, I am going to casually stroll past the mentioned departments desks and help myself to a sandwich. All is not completely lost.

Monday, 16 July 2007

The return to the blog!

Your place or mine?

The busy Bee

The aroma of Lavender

Circle of Sunflowers

Through the tunnel

Light a candle for the world

Hello, I'm back on the blog! Have you missed me? Or has life carried on as normal? I heavily suspect it's the latter, but I'm back anyway.
And what a relaxing but busy time I have had with my six days annual leave (and it's not over yet, I return to work tomorrow). I've caught up with friends and family, lunched, shopped, picnicked, walked through country parks, dined out, and generally had a nice time avoiding trains, computers and alarm clocks. Oh and I've had my hair done (trimmed and blonder).
I hope you enjoyed the pictures.

You may have noticed the new book cover too, under 'I am currently reading'. The last book - Where did it all go right by Andrew Collins, made a refreshing change from the normal type of book I read, but they do say a change is as good as a rest. Basically it was an oasis of happy memories in a cruel world - diary and text format from the authors life in Northampton, covering school days, family holidays, the punk era, and West Ham actually winning the FA cup (Saturday 10th May 1980). I am a West Ham Supporter and I have soaked up the atmosphere of a live game at their home ground, and mistakenly wore a Tottenham top.
Interestingly, Andrew Collins has written for NME, Q magazine, The Observer, Radio Times and was a script writer for Eastenders where he managed to introduce a goldfish into the regular cast.

So the current book, 'quite ugly one morning' is about a corpse. It's apparently a nightmare of frightening plausibility and wickedly entertaining. The book is also the winner of the 1996 Critics First Blood Award. Watch this space for book updates and more blog ramblings!

Friday, 6 July 2007

My percentage of weirdness and annual leave

You Are 24% Weirdo

You're a little weird, but you'd be even weirder if you didn't have a few quirks.
You are just strange enough to know it, but nobody else seems to notice your weirdness.
That's because, deep down, everyone is a little freaky!


Hmm. I'm a little weird. Hardly a surprise to hear that. I'm wondering the weirdo percentage of other people though?! Is 24% average?!

I'm sitting my little weird self at my new desk, trying not to have too many strange and freaky thoughts!
This is only the 9th time I have moved desk, in the duration of time that I have worked my socks off for this company.
But I should point out that this time the decision to move was my own. With my new desk comes a window, with views of the outside world, including the demolished building and the piles of rubble. It also has plenty of shelving space for my numerous folders, Cd's and reference copies of magazines. PLUS it has the newest, fastest Apple Mackintosh, for my usage. So all in all, it's one of the best moves I have made in my publishing career with this company.

Last night I dined with Caron, where she cooked a splendid pork, vegetables and potatoes meal. Thanks Caron. She is also in the process of moving, and has passed on magazines and cosmetics, which are always gratefully received. The lap top came out and we priced cars in the nearest vicinity. I was pleasantly surprised with the costs and I'm looking forward to car hunting very soon.
We were not going to drink last night, but as Caron pointed out, like the two peas in a pod we are, we couldn't resist opening a bottle of white and a bottle of red. I'm feeling perfectly fine today though, which is always nice.

And another thing which is nice, is me having the whole of next week off, on annual leave! No more six trains a day. No more constant drilling and crashing from outside world. No more emails and missing magazines. No more bad smells from the person sitting opposite me. Not for eight whole days! (It's a week and a day off to be exact. I'm coming back for the company annual picnic, which is no hard ship.)

So, Flying Pink Elephants, I'm expecting to be busy having fun next week. Day trips with friends and family and enjoying a break from the norm. If there is a slight gap between posting, do not think I have abandoned you, or forgotten how to work a computer. I am merely having a mini holiday.

Expect pictures and waffling at my earliest convenience! Take care.x

Thursday, 5 July 2007

8 random facts

Belated From The Blog Of: 'what colour is your brain' from yesterdays entry, was a fun thing taken from the very interesting blog of: http://mminzes.blogspot.com/

While checking out various other blogs, another one which I have enjoyed reading and viewing is: http://jyankee.blogspot.com/

And I have noted the '8 random facts' which have been popping up all over the place. So, I thought I would have a bash at it myself.

1. When I was a mere seven years of age, my nick name was The Incredible Green Hulk. This was not because I had green skin or bulging muscles. Or a foul temper which possessed me to rip people and building's apart. It was because I had to wear a green fingerless glove to protect the bandage on my hand.
I'll start at the beginning, the day after my birthday, I was wearing new slippers which were slightly too big for me and so I tripped.
While tripping, my hand went forward and smashed through a pane of glass. As you can imagine, there was a lot of blood and tears. I naively thought my mother would put a Mr Men plaster on my hand and I could go out to play again (minus the too big for me slippers). But I realised the seriousness of the matter when I would not stop bleeding, a towel was wrapped around my hand, and my mother drove me like a bat out of hell to the hospital.
At the hospital, I had to be 'put under' and have my hand sewn back together. I remember waking up and thinking it looked like my hand was all wired up. I also had a bandage covering the stitches, which I was not allowed to get wet or dirty. Hence the green fingerless glove that I wore, which I thought was 'cool'. Hence the nick name. Silly really wasn't it, but I was only seven. And I still have the scars to prove it.

2. Filed under 'worthwhile and rewarding' was my Race for Life in 2006.
I jogged/ran 5km which is 3.1 miles, around Regents Park in London, and raised over £500 for cancer research. Running 3.1 miles was a daunting image at first,
although of course that's nothing compared to what cancer patients are faced with.
So I began my training at the gym, and with my early morning jogs. The first early morning jog was awful. I thought my head was going to explode and my legs were going to collapse. My fitness levels went up, with my training days, and I completed the course and raised money and awareness for cancer research.
I didn't enter the race this year, but I did make a donation as I felt guilty for not participating.
Here's the link if anyone is interested in donating:http://www.raceforlife.org/

3. My face has appeared in one book and two newspapers.
The book was published by my employer at the time, Elsevier Science Publishers. It was an end of the year, before we merged and I was made redundant, collection of interesting facts, figures and photographs.
The very last photograph was of yours truly, at the Christmas party, wearing a lime green shirt (why?!) and a black skirt and big smile.
The second time my mug was printed was in a local newspaper, as they were conducting a survey on Essex Girls. As in, what do you think about the Essex Girl jokes. Clue: Not a lot! (I am a living, breathing Essex Girl)
This was the stage in my life when, if people asked where I came from and I said 'Essex' it was met with sniggers and 'have you heard the one about...' It's not so bad these days but it does happen very occasionally. My friend Annie and I were stopped, questioned and snapped. But they got our occupations the wrong way round and totally mis quoted what I said. Typical.
The third photograph was in one of the daily newspapers which my present company published at the 3GSM World Congress in Cannes. At the back (again) was a picture of me smiling like a mad woman, in front of our exhibition stand, and
holding a publication, trying to look business like and official.

4. I can play Kumbaya on the piano. 'Someone's singing Lord, Kumbaya...' Even though my father was a professional musician before he met my mother, then sold his brand new sports car for a deposit on a house and got a sensible 9-5 job, none of his musical talent has rubbed off on me.
The piano is the only musical instrument I can play and Kumbaya is the only tune I can play on it.

5. I adore cheese. The stronger and smellier, the better! I have had to severely crack down on my cheese intake though, as the excess pounds were piling on.
I even cut cheese for two whole solid days, at a food exhibition for my friends dad. He wrote a book on cheese and it was published, that's how much he loves it. I scoffed most of the cheese at the exhibition and was cutting cheese in my sleep for weeks.

6. I have a thing for George Michael.
I have seen him five times in concert and relished every second. I even sent him a birthday card last year, via the George Michael fan club. I didn't get round to it this year, sorry George, please forgive me.
And back in my younger days I wrote to 'Jim'll fix it' and 'Saturday Morning Superstore', requesting to serve him breakfast in bed. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Jim didn't respond but I did get a postcard from 'Saturday
Morning Superstore' saying: "Thanks for dreaming. Your request has been put in the dream machine. We can't promise you will be one of the lucky ones but have fun and keep dreaming." I remember it word from word.
Unfortunately I was not one of the lucky ones as I never heard from them again.

7. I had a dog called Muffin who I worshiped. And he was the laziest Lhaso Apso to ever walk this earth. I would take him for a walk and half way through the walk he would stop and refuse to continue. I always ended up carrying him home and being laughed at by the neighbours. But I still loved him dearly.
In his early years I had a dolls buggy (I was very young too) and I would walk the buggy up and down the street, with him sitting in the seat, pretending he was my child. Again I got laughed at by the neighbours, but I didn't care. I was very thick skinned in those days.

8. I once worked at a pornographic publishing house. Although I have omitted it from Curriculum Vitae and tried to omit it from my memory. But every now and then I have these horrid flash backs. After my first week I rang the agency up and said "Get me out of here!" I recall being horrified when my name was printed in the magazine next to 'Production Assistant.' "What if someone who I went to school with reads it, and mocks the seedy route I have taken in life?" was my first thought.
It didn't stop me from taking a copy of the magazine home, to show my 'proud' parents what I had to put up with at work. My mother was aghast and said she was going to burn it immediately in case the dustbin men spotted it in the rubbish and thought she was kinky.

There you are, a little insight into my world!

Wednesday, 4 July 2007

The colour purple

Your Brain is Purple

Of all the brain types, yours is the most idealistic.
You tend to think wild, amazing thoughts. Your dreams and fantasies are intense.
Your thoughts are creative, inventive, and without boundaries.

You tend to spend a lot of time thinking of fictional people and places - or a very different life for yourself.


How very apt that I should have a purple colour brain.

Last night, while I was busy exercising, Leicester Square was busy holding the film premier for the 5th Harry Potter film 'Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix'.
Naturally I have read the book, and I am indeed looking forward to seeing it interpreted onto the big screen, while munching nachos with salsa sauce and cheese. I can not do the cinema experience without the nachos. Not to mention the Nando's chicken, chips and coleslaw tradition before hand, if I am viewing films with Caron. Phew, no wonder I do not go too regularly to the pictures, it's very high in calories and bank notes!
According to one website there were 5,000 Potty Potter fans at Leicester Square last night. Which seems an awful lot of people to me, so I'm wondering if that figure has been exaggerated? But I do know for sure that actors and actresses such as Helena Bonham Carter and Robbie Coltrane, who appear in the film, were present and correct.

The final book in the Harry Potter series, 'Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows' will be heading to a book shop near you on the 21st July.
That's the day after my pay day this month (see what I mean) so I'll be able to purchase the hard back on the very same day it's released.
Apparently, more than 325 million copies of the first six books have been sold worldwide, helping to turn the authoress, JK Rowling into the first dollar-billionaire author. Not bad hey.

Wish I had thought of Harry Potter first, with my purple brain spurting out wild, amazing, creative thoughts which have no boundaries!

Tuesday, 3 July 2007

Minor mishaps and gigantic killer eagles

Holes in my cardigan update - do you think I could find a replacement cardigan yesterday? I failed miserably to track down another black cardigan.
And I got distracted with other items of clothing, as there was a sale in House of Fraser. Items not half price, but quarter price! How could I possibly resist that?
The bargain items which I purchased were all wrapped in a nice paper Tommy Hilfiger bag. Unfortunately, even with umbrella up, this nice paper bag proved to be another casualty of the weather. As I departed my first train on my journey home, the paper bag collapsed, due to the water it had consumed, and my new clothes spilled out in front of my very eyes and were met with gasps from fellow passengers. Luckily, my fast reflexes saved them from tumbling underneath the train, and I scooped them up (red faced) into my arms. I then carried them to a bench on the platform, and thanks to Sainsbury's, I placed them in my spare Sainsbury's plastic carrier bag. It could only happen to me.

I've had my fair share of problems while boarding and disembarking trains. Once, my heel snapped off my boot, just as I was about to step onto the carriage. I suffered a very uneven train journey, and then had to stand outside a shoe shop - one heel on, one heel off - for thirty minutes, waiting for the shop to open so I could buy cheap replacement boots. The sales assistants thought it was hilarious but me, and my boss at the time (I was very late for work) were less than impressed.
Another time I managed to get my foot wrapped around a fellow passengers exceedingly long strap, on their man bag. A near by passenger had to come to the rescue and unravel me, before my foot and the strap got stuck in the doors.
And how could I forget the time that I ran for my train, without breakfast inside me (the most important meal of the day!) and then once on the train I started to feel dizzy. 'I feel like I'm going to faint,' I remember thinking to myself. The next thing I knew, I was on the floor with a few concerned faces peering down at me. I was helped off at my stop as I was feeling rather weak to say the least, and a station guard was called. He took me into his office and made me a cup of tea, with a digestive biscuit. I felt much better after that and made my way to work. And would you believe it, that lunchtime I went to the pub with work colleagues and a random stranger come up to me and said very loudly, so the whole pub could hear 'you're the one who passed out on the train this morning!'

Anyway, I tried my new clothes on again at home, and realised the receipt had been lost in the collapsing of the paper bag extravaganza. I'm not totally convinced with one of the dresses either, although my mother says it's 'flattering' so I think that means it looks okay?
I couldn't be bothered to go to the gym last night (that's the attitude!) even though the car is back on the drive. But I will go tonight for the jellified legs and the tomato red face. Instead, I had a little pampering evening with face mask and fake tan and an early night. I even managed to drift off without the aid of relaxing music, and I dreamt about my blog.
In my dream, I logged on to the site, and realised someone had written U2 song lyrics all over my ramblings. Then I noted a link, which I clicked onto, and it transported me to a field where I found myself sitting on a gigantic eagle. But for some reason I thought the eagle was going to eat me, so I went back to the site, via the link. I then found myself in a hotel, being fed cheese cake by my old home economics teacher. After being 'force' fed, I went to a summer fete where I won a blue ash tray, shaped as a fish, by using chopsticks to pick it up.
Don't you just love the madness of dreams.
I thought I would look 'eagle' up in the dream dictionary and was quite pleased with the definition:

Eagle
To see an eagle in your dream, symbolizes nobility, pride, fierceness, freedom, superiority, courage, and powerful intellectual ability. Eagles also indicate self-renewal. You will struggle fiercely and courageously to realize your highest ambitions and greatest desires.

(Although there is no explanation for thinking that the eagle is going to eat you?!)

So, here's to future dreams of eagles, and always carrying a spare carrier bag, just in case!

Monday, 2 July 2007

Terrorism, memorials and holes in my cardigan

It has not been a good weekend in regards to terrorist attacks in the UK. Although in hindsight, things could have been a lot, lot worse.

On Friday, authorities thwarted coordinated bomb attacks in central London after an ambulance crew, outside a nightclub, spotted smoke coming from a Mercedes that turned out to be rigged with gasoline, gas canisters and nails. A second Mercedes filled with explosives was found hours later in an impound lot, where it was towed for parking illegally.

On Saturday, two men rammed a Jeep into the entrance of Glasgow airport, shattering the glass doors and igniting a raging fire. One of the suspects, his body in flames after the attack, was taken to the nearby Royal Alexandra Hospital, where police on Sunday carried out a controlled explosion on a vehicle they said also could be linked to the plot.

Five people have been arrested in connection with the foiled attacks.

On a friendlier note, Sunday saw the 'concert for Diana' at Wembley Stadium. This was held in memory of Diana, the Princess of Wales, on what would have been her 46th birthday. Prince Harry and Prince William joined 63,000 other people and 24 performers, to celebrate her life. The performers being such acts as Take That, Rod Stewart, Duran Duran, Joss Stone, Lilly Allen and Elton John. I saw various clips on the television.

And on this Monday, I am sitting at my desk having just finished my rocket salad, low fat cottage cheese with pineapple, and low fat spinach quiche (and I'm still hungry) and now I'm off to the shops on a cardigan hunt. Any one who knows me well, will know that my black cardigan is my security blanket. And this security blanket now has tiny holes appearing on the elbows, with the over usage. Holes in my cardi really won't do, so I'm off to track another one down and hoping that I don't get side tracked with any other items of clothing! Then again, retail therapy has always done the trick in the past, and it has been a while...