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Pleased With Myself

I am a girl of the slightly dumpy, hour-glass figure, glasses wearing variety (who has been considering a neck lift for a while, but is unsure if it’s worth it). To look at me you would think there is nothing unusual about me (or maybe you would think there is something unusual about me–simply because I look too normal to be normal–) but I’ve got a secret I can tell you, and it is this: I love great white sharks. More

A Good Man Speaks (on Enigin Social Media)

This blog and link is interesting for two reasons: 1) The blog belongs to energy saving masters Enigin and talks about the phenomenon of social media and how businesses need to take advantage of this in order to stay ahead of the pack and 2) At the bottom right of the page is a fairly stunning confession, I think you’ll all agree. What is it? Well, quite simply it’s a man admitting that he worked for the Inland Revenue for More

Babymus Fearamus

Picking up a brand-new-straight-out-of-the-womb-piping-hot-baby is something that nearly everyone will, at some point in their life, do.

Recently I was fortunate enough to be asked if I wanted to come and see a brand new baby and hold it, without gloves, almost when it was too hot to handle, and trust me not yet wearing any clothes for baby. Though it was terrifying to me I agreed. It being a once in a lifetime opportunity, possibly, I grabbed the More

Football Mad(ness).

Have you ever wondered why we place so much importance on sport? In fact, you can narrow that down even more; why is so much importance placed on football?

Personally, I find football about as exciting as an empty brown envelope (and that isn’t a particularly exciting thing). I mean, what exactly is there to get excited about??? You have two mobs of grown men, running around a big field who are basically fighting over a bag full of fresh More

Be Strong Flat-Foots

I have always been a flat-footed girl. I can barely believe I’m admitting it now; I haven’t ever admitted it like this, not even in acting workshop when Miss Plaviowsly told us to “let everything out”. I know, I know, it’s shameful. I know how horrible it looks when I run down the street: that’s why I wear high-heels all the time. That way I never have to be seen to be the flat-footed, pavement-slapping woman that I am.

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Think Positive

Saving money used to be something that everyone did. Here’s an example:

When I was a boy I can remember by Grandmother having a jar (the jar seemed to be almost as big as me, and it only ever got bigger…at least for a while). Every week she’d stuff some money in to it and say to me – she’d have to shout this because I was so tiny that it was as if she was standing on top of More

Wise Old Men

Someone once told me that if I couldn’t get someone to understand what I was saying, then it was my fault entirely. This led to a bit of an argument with the someone. I couldn’t see what he was on about. The more I thought about what he said, the more I thought I will never trust an apparently wise old man again. Wise old men, they’re not as wise as everyone makes out!

It took about five years for More

Go On, You Want To

You walk around a garden-centre and you see them crying out to be bought–The posh lawnmowers. Petrol-powered, all snazzy: the Fonzies (you remember Happy Days don’t you?) of the grass-cutting world. But hang on a minute, when did this happen? What became of the good old-fashioned mowers that we used to love and care for, the ones we could fix with our bare hands, the ones that gave so much more back?

They stopped being bought is what, obviously. people More

Bugged

Something has been bugging me. A lot. Here it is: it’s that saying “I’ll have a stab in the dark”. I hate it. Why I hate it is simple. It means nothing. I mean, I know what it’s supposed to mean, as in, I have no chance at all, but I may as well have a go, but it doesn’t make any sense! Honestly, would you feel safe stuck in the dark with someone stabbing about with a knife? Exactly. More

Rat Girl

I knew this day would come: the day when someone would push the ‘I hate rats’ thing one step too far. And that day was today–

First some history: I got my first rat when I was ten. She was called ‘Miranda Jessie’ (I am a girl and at the time would only consider having a girl rat, since at this age boys were twice as sinister as they are now—I am now 24). Miranda Jessie was one hell of More