One instruction to make your life a happier place

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oh and GO AND SEE MARVEL AVENGERS ASSEMBLE.


This instruction must be complied with for the following extremely compelling reasons.


I like my superheroes to be :
a) great at kicking bad guys bums
b) brave and honourable
c) (or in the case or Tony Stark) a bit of an arse but alright in the end
d) Really very easy on the eye.


Ladies (and Noodles) I give you Avengers Assemble.

The thinking woman's cape and costume porn.

An Obsession is Born....

My doll chum, now with eyes...

Rather than the normal Saturday routine of sofa/ cat/ book/ Classic FM/ sweet oblivion for a couple of hours, I have discovered a new and disturbingly addictive world - the world of hidden object games on the iPad. I have spent most of the weekend battling evil clowns, finding collections of Egyptian artefacts, wading through the swamps of Louisiana in search of pirate gold and now I am setting up an antique shop. It is all very strange.


I have never been a gamer, nor have I seen how certain persons (ahem ahem) can get so engrossed in a game, whether it be Soccer Manager or Angry Birds, that all conversation, sunlight, sustenance, entertainment, sleep and normal bodily functions are rendered obsolete.

Let's see if we can guess if he is a
Goody or a Baddy...

However, there I was on Sunday afternoon staring myopically at the iPad, mumbling "bugger bugger bugger" under my breath, only emerging to peer at the clock and think "GAH! It's 7.00 and I haven't thought about dinner". Luckily a chicken was happily bubbling away in the oven so I could get back to sewing the eyes onto possessed dolls and pinpointing Aunt Agnes' coffee cup collection. Which I suppose makes World of Warcraft look normal.

The Light Side of the Force?

Not by the hair on my chinny chin chin..

All hail the wonder of the International Beard and Moustache Championships!

You've got something on your chin...left a bit, right a bit...
oh heavens, just look in a mirror man.

In an era when stubble rules the face of our menfolk, let us take a moment to appreciate the effort this gentleman has put into what can only described as a piece of facial fuzz from the books of the Grimm Brothers - a magical beard, a wizardly chinwarmer, a mighty moustache...


What can you say? I would like to throw HulaHoops through the holes. I wonder if they are there to cut down wind resistance.....Oh My GOD!, do they make a noise if he runs really fast? 


Movember will seem pale and wan by comparison. I weep for ZZ Top. 

Oh, what a trial to be in such demand

Can I not have a moment to myself people? No? Oh well, if you insist.

The wind blows, the rain falls, the grass yet AGAIN fails to be cut, the allotment remains un-dug - how to embrace spring when all it wants to do is wee on us from a great height?

In the great BBC tradition of slow news days, we were treated to old-wives remedies for snoring this morning, and I have to say, if old wives were the go-to gals for medicine and marital support in ye olden times, it's a surprise that any of us are alive at all. I present to you - ANTI-SNORE CURE 101:

A bowl of water under the bed
Toothpaste under the nose
A spoonful of horseradish
Gargling with garlic water

The list goes on, and apart from the first (useless) item, they all appear to be designed to make it more likely that Goodhusband Pig-Sty Keeper of Ye Olde Canterbury Towne slept alone and therefore bothered no-one with his unholy night time racket.

In that case maybe the old wives knew a thing or two about keeping marriages content - if something can be changed, change it. If something cannot be changed, move into another room (or gargle with garlic).

And the Easter fun keeps coming...

Gone are the days when Easter was just the boring holiday that makes everyone feel guilty - Enjoy!



and on another note - the recession bites...

From My Fingers to the Interwebs' Brain

Weird concept, but it appears to be true - Hooray for me! Aaah thank yew, aaah thank yew...

Eggs and Rabbits and Chicks and Chocolate

It's what Jeebus would have wanted as a festival of remembrance of his death. 

Tonight Matthew I'll be Lady Gaga.....

Discovery Channel seems more interested in what happened between the resurrection and ascension, or as they put it "WHAT WAS HE UP TO???" as though he was camel jacking disciples or setting fire to bushes randomly in wanton acts of vandalism, or conversely did a runner like Lord Lucan.


For someone not overly keen on chocolate, Easter always seemed like either a colossal waste of time, or an excuse for self induced sugar comas. Now (older and wiser), it feels like the start of Spring, even though it is blinking freezing outside. Another batch of chilli sauce will warm the cockles this weekend (or scar me for life...Husband has requested that I do the deed when he is out of the house - chicken....)


Which leads me back to me first point - why chicks and rabbits and eggs? New life, spring and the eternity and perfection of existence? OR the worlds greatest meat flavoured omelette? Water and wine my arse.....