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Thursday, 25 August 2005
Update: We're watching..
Okay, so Thomas has just moved to Blogger and his link is now fixed ->
Because I don't do it because I think no-one's watching, here's a spur-you-on list of people in my links who haven't updated in ages. C'mon! I need updates!:
Kemi: July 14th
Mein Host: May 31st, but he's been updating flickr so That's All Right.
Corinne: July 7th
Marv: May 8th
And the big shock? Adara's blog has vanished. Like an old oak table.
Because I don't do it because I think no-one's watching, here's a spur-you-on list of people in my links who haven't updated in ages. C'mon! I need updates!:
Kemi: July 14th
Mein Host: May 31st, but he's been updating flickr so That's All Right.
Corinne: July 7th
Marv: May 8th
And the big shock? Adara's blog has vanished. Like an old oak table.
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I had nothing to say on my blog, so I made it go away. It might come back one day if I can think of a good enough reason for it.
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The Bournemouth Supremacy
I don't know if I have that much to say about this weekend's jaunt to Bournemouth, but when you've got a cracker of a post title like that you don't keep it to yourself.
Um. Well, Flppy's Mum invited us and so off we went on the coach and it was a hot day. Bournemouth is a proper seaside town, not your trendy Brighton-type place or your seedy, broken-down Blackpool. It's like a 1950s postcard only current. A family resort, where you feel quite happy munching an ice-cream and paddling with your trousers rolled up without once thinking "Oh, is that clubby guy over there judging me? Are the natives even now loading up on alcopops and preparing to happy-slap me?". I ate candy floss, dammit, and walked up a pier (50p to go on the pier! A scandal!). It was nice. And I think I may be slightly browner. Not a lot, but a touch, a shade.
Um. Well, Flppy's Mum invited us and so off we went on the coach and it was a hot day. Bournemouth is a proper seaside town, not your trendy Brighton-type place or your seedy, broken-down Blackpool. It's like a 1950s postcard only current. A family resort, where you feel quite happy munching an ice-cream and paddling with your trousers rolled up without once thinking "Oh, is that clubby guy over there judging me? Are the natives even now loading up on alcopops and preparing to happy-slap me?". I ate candy floss, dammit, and walked up a pier (50p to go on the pier! A scandal!). It was nice. And I think I may be slightly browner. Not a lot, but a touch, a shade.
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Thursday, 18 August 2005
Lost
Hurrah, it's the obligatory Lost blog post.
Up to episode four now and I - like the rest of you - have no fucking idea. Hobbits! Yay! And mysterious pasts for everyone! And a Polar Bear? Sure. Why not? Polar bears live on tropical islands, right? And some kind of big metaphor skulking around pushing trees over and eating pilots.
Still, the important thing is that I'm watching and therefore am involved in communal telly experience. No, wait! It's because it's good. I'm actually properly hooked, in... maybe a new Dr Who kinda way. Definitely not a Buffy-style hookage, that was one of those moments when you know a show is built for you. I.. honestly, so long ago, maybe I felt like that with the X-Files. I certainly went a bit mad for it. And, you know, I didn't even notice that Gillian Anderson was the most attractive woman on telly until the second series. I think that says a lot about the awesomeness of the first series. Or the badness of her hair in that series, anyway.
Anyway, yes. Lost. I hope it doesn't lose its way, 24-style, in the middle of series one. I'm up for a new show. Telly's been a bit random since Buffy left.
Up to episode four now and I - like the rest of you - have no fucking idea. Hobbits! Yay! And mysterious pasts for everyone! And a Polar Bear? Sure. Why not? Polar bears live on tropical islands, right? And some kind of big metaphor skulking around pushing trees over and eating pilots.
Still, the important thing is that I'm watching and therefore am involved in communal telly experience. No, wait! It's because it's good. I'm actually properly hooked, in... maybe a new Dr Who kinda way. Definitely not a Buffy-style hookage, that was one of those moments when you know a show is built for you. I.. honestly, so long ago, maybe I felt like that with the X-Files. I certainly went a bit mad for it. And, you know, I didn't even notice that Gillian Anderson was the most attractive woman on telly until the second series. I think that says a lot about the awesomeness of the first series. Or the badness of her hair in that series, anyway.
Anyway, yes. Lost. I hope it doesn't lose its way, 24-style, in the middle of series one. I'm up for a new show. Telly's been a bit random since Buffy left.
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Saturday, 13 August 2005
Two bits of funny.
Best. Cover version. Ever.
Best clip ever. It makes me so happy. As happy as Bill Withers and his happy drummer.
Or this.
Best clip ever. It makes me so happy. As happy as Bill Withers and his happy drummer.
Or this.
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Saturday, 6 August 2005
omgnfw!
They painted Foxhole pink! What's that all about??
I mean, nice to see that the trees have grown - as they promised, the twigs planted have become a hedge - but pink? I bet they say "it's.. a kind of salmony colour.."
I mean, nice to see that the trees have grown - as they promised, the twigs planted have become a hedge - but pink? I bet they say "it's.. a kind of salmony colour.."
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