blossom snow

wow, gordon brown calling someone a bigot, it kind of makes me like him more, at least he has passionate views...

went into town today to get some stuff for baking, as always you decide to bake something cause you can't afford a present and it ends up costing shit loads more to buy the ingredients.

wakey was looking really beautiful as i walked in. I sat in the churchyard nearby and blossom absolutely rained down on me smelling like total perfume.

I've watched the seasons change so carefully and in such detail these last months, i guess cause i'm not cycling, or working! everytime a new thing happens it happens so suddenly, the crocuses, the daffodils and now the blossom! and each time i think it's the one i love the most! The blossom is so perfumed and so varied, and so soft and fluffy to look at!

Unfortunately there was some sort of impromptu and i fear, completely invented by little teenagers, pagan ritual or something, a collection of bracelets and loads and loads of really heavy jade and marble chess pieces, lots of them smashed. I walked around and picked them up, spotting them in the grass, just in case they belonged to the church and someone had just been having and extremely impassioned, and violent, game of chess...

I accidentally walked off holding one, cause it was so heavy and cold and felt nice. This led me to believe that I must return it as it may be bad luck, so I returned it at the end of the day on my way home. God, I am so superstitious, it makes no sense. My counsellor once told me that superstition is a form of narcissism, like you always think everything is about stuff happening to you, and your actions are important enough to bend the fibre of the world and cause events, pretty good point actually...!!

went to the pound shop, there's 5 that i can think of, 2 have shut down since the recession, i favour poundland, but the new one that i went in today is giving it a run for its money! I bought a wicked melamine cup in there today! woo hoo!

There was a boy about 2 walking with his mum and a pram, saying over and over again 'i want a gun, i want guns' when we all shuffled round to the toy gun area together there was a man saying to his son, 'do you want that rifle? do ya?' and the son of course saying yes! then my little boy said 'gun, gun i want a gun' a bit more and the ma said 'nooo, you've got loads of guns at granddads' but caved in anyway. I also heard him say 'i want knives'. i think granddad is a bad influence...

off on another grand british tour this weekend, going to burton with simon, then on to cambridge,then london on sat night then down to dorset for bank holiday and grandma's 86th! literally can't WAIT we're going to Portland, the island off Weymouth, MAJOR Harries heartland and where my granny was posted during the war, operating the searchlights and stuff and cohorting with handsome soldiers...none could ever have been as handsome as my grandpa though, he truly was a beautiful man, and part of a set of good twin/ bad twin twins too! even better!! anyway, we shall be in the Lobster Pot celebrating the majesty that is my grandma, and I am very very happy and proud that she is.

not to mention dad says they have the best chips in the world... although he did try to climb Portland Rock (look it up, it's no mean feat!) last month and have to be rescued by Spanish tourists...oh dad...

so that's me. Baking Simon a Butterscotch Banana cake with the old bananas, ready to make broccoli soup and relax as my back hurts.

Can't drink booze or anything fizzy or consume any acid for indefinite period so that sucks, however having health back is so sweet I wouldn't care if i could only eat crackers ( I definitely would) see now i feel like that's asking for trouble saying that, jinxing it,

bloody narcissist i am...

back again

well look who it ain't, long time no see eh? I have a had a very strange and fast few weeks.

The top picture was a present from my dad, no greater love can a father show his daughter than buying her the extra strong long brewed marmite in a limited edition display box (not pictured-torn off by aforementioned father).

It was last monday morning that I noticed this marmite situation in my cupboard, ie. lots of marmite. it made me happy. James, you might want to get on a train down here, we could have our'sel's a marmite FEAST!

NB the filthiness of the cupboard is not to be commented upon :)

On monday night i was afflicted by some sort of Alien-style stomach pain and all that goes with it, to cut a long story short today is the first time i have ventured forth from my flat since last monday, bar an almost death-defying visit to the doctor's on thursday. Still not sure what it was, flu or a virus or a bug, but whatever it was it nearly defeated me and defeated my will to fight it many maaany times. Being confined to the bed and at the mercy of bizarre bodily functions is a very strange thing, it really felt like undergoing an epic journey. sometimes i was doing a bit better, then something comes out of nowhere and knocks you back. What do you mean I am being dramatic??! seriously, i did learn NOT to talk lightly about being ill, that really was a special kind of ill...

Saw the BNP party political broadcast today by mistake, it was even more outrageous than i ever would have dared to guess. The set up is a series of people (? I presume that they weren't actors, but real people as even out of work actors have some principles, bestiality porn is fine if you need a quick buck but fake BNP supporter is a step too far) builder (no way?!) ex-policeman in front of war memorial (you don't say? him? bnp? no way?) random girl, oaps and so on, reciting in the MOST unbelievably wooden way ever committed to film EVER, their own bits of script based,presumably on the bnp's teeny election manifesto, oh i forget to mention, there's also an upstanding sikh gentleman explaining that he supports the bnp because he likes to look after his own so why shouldn't they (not a valid reason!) and not mentioning the fact that he is only a member of the party due to a court ruling, it's like turning up to a party where you aren't invited and no one wants you but arguing so long on the doorstep with the host that they let you in, you still aren't welcome.

the whole debacle ends with dick, i beg your pardon nick, griffin at a desk in what looks like a museum (? borrowed maybe?) in front of a cabinet of medals (??) and a portrait of winston churchill while the music crescendos to such a deafening volume that you can't quite hear his snivelling little voice explaining that the bnp is simply the TRUTH and that's why no one in westminster likes him, cause they can't handle his TROOF, not because he is friends with the ku klux klan and potentially the single thickest person regarding the history of Britain who exists, including all the people in far-reaching tribes and slums who have never even heard of Britain.

Which brings us back to marmite. I was appalled to see a BNP ad using marmite last week while in the throes of a fever and put it down to a hallucination induced by having no fluid left in any of my brain cells. Marmite? marmite represents everything i believe in! good, honest, values, the breakfast of everyday heroes, the breakfast for EVERYONE, made from beer run off, using waste, giving you B vitamins, the most important vitamins (probably) my Mate, literally. The working persons BREW. what were they doing? colluding with these ignorant menfolk BASTARDS? these HATERS of all those who are good and hard working and trying their best and starting their days with marmite to make them happy?

turns out the bnp just used marmite in their adverts without any permission or anything, as if no one would say anything (unbelievable?!they're thicker than if little children set up a political party, how about marmite? they've got a good slogan? yeah, just use it then, no one will mind. ?!) anyway. thir getting massively sued now (No way? sued for using a product in a political campaign with no permission? it's political correctness gone mad).

seems the marmite slogan is the best that they could come up with, after all this time. and simply shoving a marmite jar, revolving in the corner of the screen was the most inventive and metaphorical way of using it that they could come up with. it's sad really.