Merry Christmas....

Wait - wrong Tiny Tim..shudder..

Another working year over and done with. Time for a shout out to all my peeps (word).


All the love in the world to my wonderful husband - here's to another great year.
Hugs and kisses to my brother, sister-in-law, nieces and nephew - I love you all
Blessings and health to the Noodles - all love to you three.
To my chums next door - big year next year! I hope it's the best yet.
To all our friends all over the world, in Japan, America and Africa - may 2012 be a peaceful and happy year.
To all the family in Wales and England - here's to 2012 being another great year. To those of you I get one well with - more power to your elbow. To those, hmm, not so much - toleration is next to godliness.


And on that note as the evening draws in and I only have an hour of work to go, channelling Tiny Tim - God Bless Us, Everyone!

On the Third Day of Christmas My Boss Gave me a Pile of Typing...

Everything you need to know about the last week of work before Christmas is the never-ending desire for it TO BE OVER ALREADY!!!!!


I am so not in the mood for work. I am in the mood for the following:-


Time with The Husband
Back to back box sets of House
Cracking walnuts and drinking Baileys
Listening the lovely classical music and Carols from Kings
Proper snow


And what do I get? Piles of electrical drawings to copy, piles of Christmas cards to send out, acres of meeting minutes to type, a meeting schedule for 2012 to put-together (whilst attempting to wrangle obstinate and grumpy contracts managers). Bleurgh.

What Year is This Again?

Having watched a double bill of Michael Wood's History of England , and felt significantly closer to Tudor peasants than modern man, I fear I may be losing it.


I have found out however that my horror of reality TV and celebrity is actually an evolutionary coping mechanism! A study has shown that watching what scientists call "non-educational factual drama/ documentaries" and what I prefer to refer to as "drivelling piles of cow-flop subtly married with the death of civilisation" can actually decrease your IQ in measurable amounts! Imagine the howling vacuum running between the ears of the cast of The Only Way is Essex......can this awesome power be harnessed? Never mind finding the Higgs Bosun - come on science, exploit the bellowing masses to provide power for great projects and experiments!! The light channel naysayers demand it of you!

F5 Dude, The Finger of God....

Me in the autumn of my life....

Or at least that's probably how poor old Scotland felt yesterday - 165mph winds??? What crazy mojo is this; needless to say it was a bit breezy here as well, but accompanied by little danger of being blown out to sea.


Christmas continues to loom scarily. A suicidal dash into town at lunchtime got two people sorted at least, thank god.


What do you get the man who has everything? I honestly believe he would be happy with a slab of particularly stinky Camembert, a few oatcakes and Lawrence of Arabia on the box. Alas, all of these things reside in The Pit all the time.....maybe I should take them away for a couple of weeks and then give them back to him?


Sudden disaster in the clothing department this morning. I managed to break the zip on my skirt and had to waddle home in the wind and drizzle clutching my tatters to prevent sudden de-baggage! Lovely image. Maybe this is the start of the long slide into wearing slippers to the shops, going out in curlers and not caring and smelling slightly of cat.....

Huh?

In the absence of any actual news, I give you - THINGS I DO NOT UNDERSTAND...

1. Rihanna. I'm sorry, I just don't get it.
2. X Factor, Pop Idol, So Think You Can Dance and so on and on and on. Also known as "Harbingers of the End of Days".
3. Jordan/ Katie Price/ Eyelash Besmeared Princess of Meh - why?
4. Celebrity as a serious career choice. In the old days there were stars. Now there are black holes.
5. Jeggings. I fear for humanity.
6. Twilight. Not the pleasant, soothing time of day, but the tweeny obsession. Hey, I know, lets make necrophilia, mental illness, cannibalism and Robert Pattinson popular. Thanks Hollywood, no really, you shouldn't have.
7. George Lucas and The Incredible Meddle. Leave it alone you bearded freak. And on this note..
8. Jar Jar Binks. No, I cannot leave it alone, and no, I will never forget. 

I have no doubt that the list of things beyond me will grow as I get older (and more enfeebled in the noggin), of course, I shall keep the world posted. Somehow modernity makes me feel like poor old Batman.....