Friday, 29 May 2009
Fish Aid.
Tuesday, 26 May 2009
Some sad news.
Tuesday, 19 May 2009
Of birthdays, bees and Brand.
So, I won a poetry competition the other night. What was even better, was that due to my winning, I got to dress up as a bumble bee and lead a procession of other bumble bee costume wearers, presumably all of whom were also competition winners.
Unfortunately, during our fantastic festival, an extremely pregnant Russell Brand decided to attack both the audience and precession participants. It all ended in everyone hiding in the woods, (I had somehow lost the costume which is a damn shame) shooting at him in what appeared to be World War 3. Odd really.
Last Friday was my birthday. Not just any birthday. It was my 21st. I am not officially 21. As always, I don't feel any older, but the amount of people who have been commenting on this fact, I feel I should feel responsible and old.
Sadly, my 21st was not as I had hoped. Since around Christmas, I had been planning a 99 red balloon party (copying that of the one in Scrubs, only with more balloons) with jelly, and ice cream and costumes. However, most of my friends are at Uni, or hate me. So that meant no party.
On top of which, my sister had a car crash (which thank fully ended in no injury on her part, aside from her poor car, so I can moan) it rained aaaallllll day, and ended in me having a shouting match (quite unlike me) with an extremely racist drunk man who proclaimed that all immigrants should be sterilised. After walking up to him and calling him a not very nice name (again, totally unlike me, and cowardly done, just as the bus pulled into my stop) he stood up and called me:
a fat cunt.
Boy, was my birthday good.
To my delight however, the day was saved by a rather heroic mr peas who supplied me with lots of lovely presents, including a fluffy plastic tiara and a big 21 badge. (Which, presumably the ignorant sod on the bus failed to notice.) He also bought me:
- a plaster animal making kit thing
- a plaster paint your own mask kit thing
- Coraline in a graphic novel (amazing incidentally)
- a bag of drumsticks
- a bag of vimto lollies
- a bag of egg jellies
- a bag of flying saucers
- a pretty, pink, glittery address book and note pad
and a tiara.
FAB.
Also, I discovered, after years of falsely thinking that drumsticks are rhubarb and cream flavoured- they are actually raspberry and milk flavour. I kid you not.
Monday, 11 May 2009
Ode to a new fish
Saturday, 9 May 2009
Ode to a fish
He was fine when I came home in the afternoon, but shortly before I left he kicked his watery bucket. I've been in mourning all day.
Due to a lack of time to bury him, he now resides on my coffee table, in an Old El Paso jar with a cardboard gravestone, senstively engraved by mr peas with:
Here Lies William Bean
He was a beloved husband, pet and amazing lover. RIP. (And a picture of a dead fish.)
I think we will either bury him, or cast him into a watery grave in the canal if it's a nice day and we can be bothered to walk that far.
But here's to Will, and to a fantastic future frolicking in fish fairyland.
Tuesday, 5 May 2009
Of ball bags, busy-ness and bullying fish.
An apt way to start a long over due blog.
Firstly, my lack of blogging is not due to a lack of creativity. Far from it; in fact, I have found myself in desperate need of creative output and longing for the little orange B box that seems to rotate slowly in my head and taunt me.
The grounds (the large s emphasising how busy I have been, just in case you didn't pick up on that subtlty) for my absence are as follows:
- My Uni interview. (Went exceptionally well. Still felt like projectile vomiting over the interviwer, but managed to restrain my gag reflex. Loved the Uni, hated Crewe. It seemed as though everyone in Crewe also hated it. Odd really.)
- Work. (My boss has wonderfully flown to Kenya for a month for his studies, leaving me in charge. I am practically bald and now have the appearance of Gollum. Nice responsibility, but a lot of it!)
- Pond digging. (For my parents. Payment in lasagne.)
- Competition Winning. (Just for bragging purposes only.)
The competition must be mentioned in more detail, purely for reader amusement. Mr Peas is not from Leicester originally, so being the lovely lady I am, for our first few dates, it was my intention to introduce him to the loveliness that is our city. One of the must see places is the City Gallery and when we visited, they were running a fabulous bag exhibition by one Jo Cope. http://www.jocope.com/ The competition entailed of designing your own bag, as if the concept of a "bag" was new to you. Being the sensible half of our whole, I designed a bag that would be worn through one's ears. Mr Peas thought it would be amusing to design his so called "Ball Bag"; a rather freakish contraption to be worn looped around a man's genatalia. He also thought it would be funny to write my name on the design, in order to embarrass me.
Unfortunately for him, I won.
HA HA!!
I have not, of course, rubbed his face in it.
(Just bear with me whilst I make some more "HA HA" iced cup cakes.)
I'm not one hundred percent certain as to what I win, but the irony is so delicious, it almost beats these delcious decorated morsels.
Finally, Hubert and William, my fantastic fish, have been trying to commit suicide. Unfortunately for them, their magnificent leaps out of the water just end in a painful sounding splat as they hit the lid and plummet back under the surface. But understandably, I am worried. My father has suggested a pump for them, and I have tried lowering the water, but now Hubert is terrorising William. Mr Peas seems pleased by this latest development (Partly because he is sadist, but mainly because he thinks Hubert and his Rimmer like H on his side is far cooler than William.) Does anyone know what I can do, aside from cattle prodding Hubert, to stop him from bullying poor Will? All ideas welcome! (And if you are reading this before I get home, photos of my fish children will be posted later, however I do not have any on my work computer :D )
I believe that is all for now. You are currently updated on the last few days. Wierdly, the events that seemed so crazy actually seem quite small in this tiny post. I failed to mention the flood, the car accident (not mine.) and the long walk home yesterday but there's another time for that.