Proof of Hat. Because Dad Said So.

And so, I'm friends with my Dad.  On Facebook and in real life.  After I posted my post yesterday, he posted this on Facebook:   It pays to be friends with your Dad, people.  It means a lot.  It means, amongst many other things, that any baby picture of you he decides to share will … Continue reading Proof of Hat. Because Dad Said So.

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My Head Is Too Big For Hats

Let’s say, just for laughs, that your boiler is busted today. Here's a list of stuff you might do while waiting for the repairman/contemplating said repairman's actual existence: You may decide that it is colder in your flat than it is outside.  And, not only is the water cold, it also tastes weird, making your … Continue reading My Head Is Too Big For Hats

The Thanksgiving Duck

And so, last weekend I started a healthy eating kick.  For me, this meant leaving the lettuce and onions and one or two peppers on Saturday’s burger, and not having sour sweets while watching Tin Tin at the cinema.  I took fruit-bars to work and came home to rice-cakes and grapes.  I may have asked … Continue reading The Thanksgiving Duck

A Little Friendly Competition

And so, I’m ‘doing’ NaNoWriMo this year. We have always had a strange relationship. Past attempts have seen me bang out 20,000 words and then well, edit them. Note to self and others: Don’t. Do. That. I have a penchant for abandoning projects in favour of others which I think ‘sound better’, and I don’t … Continue reading A Little Friendly Competition

Hemingway Thinks I Should Be More Interesting

I talk to my computer.  Depending on my mood, my headset and speech recognition are optional.   When I'm not apologising  for the coffee stains, procrastinating, shall we say, positively willing it to hurry up, or punching the keys, I'm dictating.  And sometimes, I'm misquoted.  Hemingway thinks I should be more interesting.  Or grammatically incorrect. … Continue reading Hemingway Thinks I Should Be More Interesting