Of Febuary, Holidays, Valentines and Derek!

SERVE PIPING HOT THROUGHOUT.


BEATS SNOW, DRIZZLE AND HANLEY!


THIS IS ROSEY. SHE LIKES WEED, BACARDI AND THE SOUND OF HER OWN LUNGS


WHAT DO YOU THINK WAS SCARIEST, THE ORB ON THI PICTURE OR THAT SMILE AFTER YOUR SUPPER?

Well the 1st of Feb saw me and Rob jetting off once more cramped into a Thomsonfly crate to Gran Canaria to another 2 weeks of sun, dunes, tipple and shite all. We revisted water parks, burnt ourselves nicely on the beach (Gas Mark 6, 35 minutes each side and baste until golden), got acustomed to the smell of carrot oil, ate nothing but avacadoes where permitted and restocked on several litres of raspberry vodka on the way home. Valentines was spent in our favourite italian there and with it being our last night we thought we'd go to all our regular bars (such interesting names as 'Wunder-Bar' and 'Spartacus') for a goodbye cocktail. Or 6. Rob ended up draggin me home paraletic at 4am only to get up at 10am again for our plane home. Note to the wary children: never fly on a hangover in turbulance while the hostess tries to make you eat salty chicken cobbler. Blurgh. The only thing that stopped me from decoratignt the ladies Lulu autobiography next to me with puke was the vision of Ashton Kutcher in a swimming pool on the screen in front of me.
Of course you would think with such a hectic last night and nightmarish flight home we'd recover over the weekend. Not if Paul and Steve had anything to say about it. On friday night we were wrapped up warm and popped into a mini bus with 11 other victims of a haunted stay in Derby Gaol. Oh how we laughed. On the way there at least. My time there was mostly filled with robust manly yells - ok I squealed like a bith when something pushed into me and scratched my face. I've never contorted myself over moving furniture, flying glasses and phantom dogs before in my life. It was awesome and even skeptical Bobby saw a figure in a hat in a doorway. Lets just say I was happy to be in my own bed away from 17th century prison guards and a couple of mediums who looked like blamanche that had squeezed through a keyhole and reformed on the other side. We shall still be visiting again although I've told my lil sis Ree that she can't come as she will cosmically piss her knickers.
Other than family do's and a reluctancy to start back work today it's been an otherwise gentle month. I promise I'll update this better next month now I'm in one place. Just like I swear to give up booze, figures, cheese and red meat.
Toodles!

Of January, Customising, Packing and Widgets!

THIS WAS A FABULOUS SHOT. BUT THEN I HAD A GIN.


I CAN'T HELP BUT WONDER WHAT PAUL HAS DROPPED TO MAKE SHERRIN PULL THIS FACE...


...AND BECAUSE YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ENOUGH CLOWN PICTURES TO FREAK YOUR SISTER OUT WITH

Well, January was more about New Years than anything else. We thought we'd invite a few over for some sherrys and finger food in what ended up to being a small mini bar and 1st class finger buffet! We had the usual Madam, Paul, Steve, Colin and Neil pop in as well as Adam and Kim, Mother, Sherrin, Jez, Ant and Byron, Markypoos and others that my hazey clamour cannot recount. With the usual jollities of Singstar, Buzz, booze quaffing and Robs God awful taste in music (backed up by Steve and Gloria - old shits) the party was going swimmingly. That is until I had a brainwave and tried to mess with the DJ by stealing the iPod remote for the telly. After being ganged upon and torn to pieces I reluctently had it prised out of my fingers after just one chorus of 'Who's Your Daddy'. Tragic. I then needed to spend most of the night in my bedroom (or what turned into the chill out room) with the window open fully just to cool down from my scarring encounter. However many a guest came for a spread much to Princess Stephanies chargrin who thought I was in a tizz. Which of course is her forte.
I have also decided to take my figure/geek hobby one step further by starting to customise my own. Using taxidermy putty (I kid thee not), geek paints and various rubber bands I've started to flog them on eBay with a healthy mark up too! Disgraceful behaviour I agree but I'll get out more in the summer.
Me and Bobby were also packing for our much anticipated and eagerly waited holiday to Gran Canaria so plenty of trawling shops for shorts. In january. So you can guess how easy that was. But sun lotion was on the cheap so not all bad.
We'd also like to ask WTF on the whole migrating to Google malarky. So I can do what exactly? If I should wish to teach the nation which songs I'm listening to at the moment (Sting Me Red by Who Da Funk, Crystalline Green by Goldfrapp and Perfect Exceeders for those asking) then surely I would doodle it down here. Not illegally trade them with skanks in New Zealand? Anyhoo Limewire is quicker. What's a Widget anyhoo?