Huh?
Oh there?s too many thoughts in my head today to write about any one thing. Sorry but you’re just getting a cobbled together list of not very much. Sounds about as enticing as a bowl of my mum’s (Campbells) cream of mock turtle soup.
Erik (husband) recently bought a Vespa and I?m loving it. We ride around town like a couple of kids, not in terms of driving style, just in terms of having fun. I don?t have my license yet so I get to hang on the back and try not to tip us over. The great thing about a Vespa is that they feel so fast even at slow speeds. When he hits 40 I get that sensation you get on a plane when the pilots hits the throttle to prepare for take-off. I resist the urge to go ?Wheeee?
The best present my mum ever gave me (aside from rescuing me from the orphanage) was a subscription to the British Marie-Claire magazine. It?s chunky and glossy and just begs to be read with a bar of Cadbury?s chocolate. Or at least a nice cup of tea. It has this incredible mix of fashion, interviews and hard news stories and - here?s the bit where I?ll sound like an ad campaign - I feel like it?s grown with me. I know, sorry, but I?ve been reading it for 15 years. It?s so different from the dreadful American women?s magazines whose content seems to fall into two categories: perky sex tips for blondes or cookie recipes for the menopausal.
I wonder how many times I?ll watch The Office 2 hour finale. Watched it again last night because it was on TV but I couldn’t face the ads so I had to get the DVD out. I think I?m up to 6 viewings. I still get emotional at the end and nostalgic for my crappy days in Wernham Hogg replicates. Add to this the multiple viewings of each episode from seasons 1 and 2 and I?m in danger of becoming an Office-quoting geek. I?ll be an update of my 17 year old self when me and my friend Karen would get in a bottle of Lambrusco, an order each of sausage, chips, peas and gravy from the local Chinese take-away and listen to the same old Monty Python tapes over and over.
Writing a regular blog is good for me. Aside from the fact that I much prefer to write than talk, it also means that I edit myself less. While I may spend hours crafting a joke, I try and write these entries as fast as I can in the hope of beating my critic to the finish. Then I read them back and only allow myself one round of edits. If I don’t like an entry, I just have to write a few more pieces so it goes off the front page and into the archives. Which is probably what I’ll start doing now.