So you have joined Twitter. Finally. Excellent. Welcome to the best bar in town. Not that it is my bar or that I am in any position to welcome you but I do feel I need to have a word. Initially on Friday night when I heard you had joined Twitter was a bit “yeah, whatever”. Not because I am not a fan, but because I knew what would happen
Musings
Ranty Friday — Maria Miller
Well you didn’t think a Ranty Friday would go past without me mentioning Maria Miller did you? I have to say I have been appalled by the way she has behaved recently. I haven’t followed the entire saga and know all the ins and outs but what I do know about makes me properly rage.
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Musings
Peaches and Cosmo
The news of Peaches Geldof’s tragic death at the age of 25 broke yesterday afternoon as I had a wee. Checking my Twitter feed as I had the wee I had been too busy to have for the preceding three hours, I sat in stunned silence for twenty minutes. As I read tweet after tweet from people shocked at this dreadful news. Yes there were the ones from celebs who
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Nurturing
London Coffee Festival
Yesterday was one of those days that are becoming a regular occurrence at Barrow Towers. We have a plan for the day, in this case the Boat Race. Then I see something on Twitter and mention it in a nonchalant kinda way to Mr B who looks at me and says “are we doing that then?”. I take that as being enthusiastic as it is not a categoric “you have
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Musings
Tattoos
I read an article this week about the number of people who regret having tattoos. Something like one in six wish they had never had theirs done. One in three wishes they had done it somewhere on their body less visible. And it reminded me of an article in the Guardian I had read years ago about a mother who had a meltdown when her son had hers.
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Musings
Ranty Friday — Table Manners
This has been getting on my wick for months. And this week it made me actually rage out loud. Pause the TV and take a photograph. Two photos in fact. What in particular with regards to table manners am I talking about on Ranty Friday this week? Well that picture above, that’s what. Two different settings on Corrie this week, both those photos taken within five minutes of each other.
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Musings
The Gallery — #WIDN
I love this game on Instagram. If you don’t know it, you get tagged by somebody who uploads a picture of “What I’m Doing Now”. You then photograph that, upload it, and then tag three other people and use the same #WIDN tag. I smiled when I saw that it was the theme for The Gallery this week too!
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Exploring
Family Day Out At Ascot
Family Day Out At Ascot Family days out are as rare as hen’s teeth these days. One of us always has something on that means we can’t all do something together. And then when we do have time together, what the hell do we do that won’t mean somebody is bored within two seconds? Horse racing. That’s what.
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Musings
The Gallery — Sport
It might not have escaped your attention but I am not a natural athlete. I don’t really do sport. I never have. I was the last one to be picked for a team in school. In fact I wasn’t picked. Technically I was “allocated” to a team as I was always left over at the end. I vividly remember still having a lap to do at school’s sports day when
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Supporting
Job Done
Well, I don’t know about you but I am shattered. The last ten weeks have been such a roller coaster that I am not sure I even know where to start with processing what has happened.
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Supporting
Soap
Soap is not something that you would naturally associate with Africa, is it? The “big five” does not normally contain a bar of soap. But for me I will always think of soap making as being one of my happiest memories in Africa.
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Supporting
#TeamHonkRelay, Sport Relief, Twitter and Me (and You).
With all due apology to the lovely, brilliant Emma Kennedy (clang) for bastardising her book title (if you’ve not read “The tent, the bucket and me” buy it immediately) I thought this was a good time to reflect on the force of nature that is Team Honk. Regular readers can skip the next paragraph.