Colour Blind

“So which do you prefer?”
“don’t mind”
“The Green or the Blue?”
“Honestly, I don’t ca…er…couldn’t decide between them”
“but …”
“ok, the green. The green ones are better”
“oh. not the blue? I think I prefer the blue”
“well, get the blue then”
“but you liked the green”

Conversations of this ilk can continue ad infinitum or until a sulk ensues. Rarely do they end
well, particularly for me.

“I really really really honestly don’t care which pair you get. I’m a boy. They all just look like shoes”
“You COULD take an interest, you know”
“No, I could PRETEND to take an interest. They’d still just be shoes and I still wouldn’t care but I’d also be a charlatan and a fraud for pretending I did and would you really want that on your conscience? would you?”

The day-off-to-go-shopping was going pretty well, all things considered. Trip to Aria for most of a new PC, followed by a blood donation and a trip to Fopp to recover. Nothing eases the pain of a needle wound so much as an armful of cheap CDs. Maybe that’s why musicians sometimes end up as junkies.

The shoe selection crisis was navigated succesfully and we headed home.

“So which do you prefer?”
“eh?”
“The Green or the Blue?”
“I thought we did this already?”
“No, the eyeliner. Which eye looks better”
“Seriously?”

Beyond A Joke

I’ve been meaning to come back to the blog for …blimey, two months now, but not been able to come up with anything to write about. What creative energy i’ve been able to muster has gone into my Project 52 photos on Flickr and there clearly isn’t that much to spare.

I’ll make a reallllllll effort to keep updating this, so expect lots of mindless nonsense until i get back in the swing of it. After that, mindful nonsense

slip slidin’ away

Lots of snow. Snow snow snow. Everywhere. Snow.

Manchester ground to a halt last Tuesday and is still not back up to speed. The trams have been appearing at even more random times than usual. The buses aren’t bad when they arrive, apart from an increased level of blue language from the driver’s cabin. Cars on the road are mostly there for comedy effect.

Walking is downright masochism. What looks like nice, crunchy, step-into-and-chuckle snow turns out to be lumps of rock solid ice which will break your foot, if stomped on.

This is a bit of a bugger, as part of my cunning new year plan to make about one third of myself disappear in a puff of calories was to walk more. I’ve even been contemplating walking home some nights. Given that walking to the bus stop currently has me swearing like a trooper with piles, my sanity may be permanently damaged by a 2 hour walk.

It’s almost like there IS a higher power and it WANTS me to be a porker.

updates

howdy

It’s been pointed out to me that nobody could add comments to blog posts here. I’ve had a look at what’s going on and put a new elastic band round the engine so it should be fine now.

Let me know if it isn’t

Learning The Craft

“Can I do the Eric Morecambe thing with the paper bags?”
“I don’t know what that is but absolutely not”
“but …”
“NO”

Fiona had decided to use her love of Making Stuff into a method of funding more Stuff to turn into other Stuff by selling her wares at a Craft fair. I had been drafted in as dogsbody and security. Mostly I ended up getting in the way. I attempted to size up the opposition

“Their stuff’s not very ‘crafty’ – and that one’s rubbish”
“Shhh”
“well, it is”

Craft is probably The Next Big Thing. That nice Kirstie “Location x 3″ Allsop was on the other night making stockings and blowing her own baubles, which sounds like an entertaining evening.

Fiona, it turns out, is a dab hand at the sales chit-chat, largely because she was among her own people. There were discussion which i think related to buttons and crochet and ribbons but beyond that it all got too technical. I skulked and hoped no-one asked me anything tricky

I can confirm that the mulled wine stall was most excellent.

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