Saturday, November 24, 2007

Mother Mary comforts me ... speaking words of wisdom ...

Songs that I hope will be removed from the playlists of the buskers in the Tube stations:

1. Yesterday - The Beatles
2. Let it Be - The Beatles
3. My heart will do on - Celine Dion
4. Scarborough Fair - uhmmm
5. Time of your Life - Greenday
6. Daydream Believer - The Monkees
7. Mamma Mia - Abba

Friday, November 23, 2007

In which, I might just creep you out.

One day, not too long ago, I arrived home from work and Craig told me that a package had arrived for me.
"Oo! That'll be my human-hair necklace!" I said.
"Eew." was his only reply.

Eyelash necklace with pearl tears

Stephanie Simek!

Made by Stephanie Simek.
She also has the prettiest handwriting ever.

My name

Eyelash necklace with pearl tears

I put the necklace on and came out to show Craig ...
"Oh. That is kind of cool".

Eyelash necklace with pearl tears

Yes. It really is.

Thursday, November 22, 2007

Tonight I am slightly falling apart. Just a little loose and teary.
And there is really no point in complaining my head off (oh please don't tell me that nothing I write here has a point. I might just cry) so here are ten quite interesting things I have learnt recently.

All thanks to my latest obsession: Qi.

1. After Sir Walter Raleigh's execution, his head was embalmed and presented to his wife. She carried it with her at all times in a velvet bag.
(I plan on doing this. Haven't told Craig yet. I'm sure he won't mind.)

2. There is a disease called Argyria which is linked to the intake of silver particles diluted in water, the most obvious symptom of which is a conspicuously blue skin.

3. Death by being hit by an asteroid is almost twice as likely as being struck by lightening.

4. The smallest dog on record was a Yorkshire Terrier that was 6.5cm (2.5 inches) high at the shoulder and .5cm (3.75 inches) long from nose to the root of its tail.

5. The last veteran of the Crimean War, which ended in 1856, was a tortoise called Timothy who died in 2004.

6. Almost every Banana we eat has been propagated by hand. Most banana plants have not had sex in 10,000 years and their genetic material has not changed in 100 centuries. As a result they are extremely susceptible to disease. Unless a genetically modified version can be developed soon, all bananas may become extinct.
(Maybe they'll stop sneaking them into EVERY SINGLE FRUIT SMOOTHIE EVER)

7. Hawthorn flowers have a heavy, complicated scent, the distinctive element of which is triethylamine, which is also one of the first chemicals produced by a dead human body when it starts to decay.
(is it wrong I now want to get a Hawthorn plant??)

8. Triethylamine is also the smell of sex: specifically of semen; hense its positive association with wild springtime rogering outside in the fields.
(then again, maybe not.)

9. The latin name for Turkey is Meleagris gallopavo which means 'Guinea-fowl chicken-peacock'.

10. Pistachios are deadly dangerous. They are classified under Class 4.2 of the International Maritime Dangerous Goods code: Flammable Solids (Substances Liable to Spontaneous Combustion). Fresh pistachios, if stacked under pressure can burst into flames and cause a cargo fire.

Days to go
fauxmas10 days
Cinderella13 days
Marilyn Manson14 days
Arriving Hong Kong15 days
Arriving Auckland21 days
Arriving Wellington29 days
Craig arrives in Wellington36 days
San Francisco51 days
2nd Anniversary54 days

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

We know we're not sane late at night. Now not early morning either ...

I have to wake up for work at about the same time Craig has to leave for work.
(The perks of living near Craig's work and well, I just work a later shift.)
This leads to me being sleep soft and insane, and Craig wishing he could still be in bed while he says goodbye to me.

Craig: be happy today. be happy like a Rose.
Me: ... huh?
Craig: because Roses are happy.
Me: ... uh? oh. I thought you said be happy like a ho.
Craig: No. They're often grumpy.

I really ... have no excuse.
I hate talking when I'm half asleep.
It takes me at least an hour to be alive & able to have an actual conversation.
I think Craig is just kind of crazy.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

A Package from home!

I arrived home on a cold cold raining London evening to a hu-uge package from one of my most favourite people (Kitty Kat).

Two times bigger than my head and filled with photos & bath treats & incense that smells like cake (!) as well as biscuits and sweets from New Zealand. I think it might be the most heartfelt care-package I've ever received.

It's also almost the only care-package I've ever received. But that's besides the point.

My first thought? Oo! a package. How sweet.
My second thought? Ee!! Snifters!!

Monday, November 19, 2007

While watching a show about the ocean ...
Craig: S*, can we get a Turtle!?!
S: Sure! it can live in the bathtub.
Me: uhh ... it might make showering difficult.
Craig: hmm.

Sea Turtle

Two days later ...
Me: I bought a present for the flat!
Craig & S: Oo. What is it?
Me: A Turtle!!


S: What'll we call it?
Me: Sheldon!

I heart Muji. He now lives on top of our free-view box, on top of the television.

* S = flatmate.

Sunday, November 18, 2007

You can't always get what you want ...

Seen at the Tottenham Court Road tube station:

A couple kissing. Well, rather, a girl being kissed.
She's staring at the Take That poster over his shoulder. I wonder if he knows.