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[05 Oct 2009 | Monday] 

Current mood:  indescribable
Category: Life
Sorry about not blogging sooner - I've had absolutely nothing to write about.  Well.  I have sort of, but it's mostly been relevant to the pseudonym that is Charlie Boucher, and I don't like to deprive her blog by blogging here first.  So go to www.myspace.com/charlieboucher and read what she's been up to.

In the meantime, what have I been up to?  Well, as I said, absolutely nothing apart from...

Spontaneous meals at Indian restaurants with Dan and Katy Slater
Open House in London with my Mum and utterly rubbish hotel that I may or may not have blogged about already - must improve memory...
Meals at our flat with Katy Slater, Alex and Megs and Mike and Nina.
Finishing off decorating type things and doing the fun stuff like buying mirrors.
Trying to decide what I'd like for my birthday and failing to think of anything inspirational, apart from for Dan, who is going to buy me another tattoo.  Hoorah.
Working.  This has not been scintillating.
The car got broken into - I was disappointed that, as a Puma, it decided not to scratch the shit out of the c*nts what done it.

There you go.  Some of that may get blogged about in more detail when I can be bothered.  In the meantime I have a bit of a sore throat, so keep reading for the next fascinating installment cos you never know, it may have turned into full on laryngitis like what Alex has got.

I know.  The bad writing thing is on purpose.  It amuses me...
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[16 Sep 2009 | Wednesday] 

Category: Life
Tonight I am heading to Prezzo with the lovely Isobel and the lovely Lucy.  I've never been to a Prezzo before, so that will be VERY exciting.

See what I did there, with the capital letters and everything?  That was wholly unnecessary and I apologise.  It's NOT that exciting, and yes, the capitalisation of "not" is a much more accurate indication of when it is appropriate to use capital letters to emphasise a word.

Kanye, take note.
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[24 Aug 2009 | Monday] 

Current mood:  blissful
Category: Life
This weekend it was my turn to organise the anniversary surprise... Dan and I take the anniversary and Valentines in turn so that we don't double-book romantic events and then tiff about which one we do.  This year Dan got Valentines (it was LOVELY, we went here, which was beautiful and romantic and excellent!), so I was left with the anniversary, which happens every year on the 20th August, but which Dan and I always think is not until September.  Silly old us.

I booked us a night at The Petersham Hotel in Richmond, which is a pretty spanky place.  On arrival we marched up to room 115, which was quite big, whiffed a bit of oldness, and was home to a gift box of fudge from the manager.  Happy Anniversary, he said.  We said thanks, and ate some.  The room had long windows, with views of parkland and river and... a bar.  Turns out there's a function room next door, and the bar extends out onto a large balcony which, lucky them, gets uninterrupted views of trees and river and, if they turn around and face the hotel, our bedroom.  It looked pretty gorgeous, I was all for opening the windows, jumping over the balustrades and grabbing a drink but Dan, in practical forethought mode, scrunched his face up at the thought of a night next door to a bar.  Within minutes of this predictive scrunching loud guests had arrived at the bar and proven him right.  If that din went on all night we'd get no sleep. 
The staff at The Petersham swiftly re-located us to room 108, which was a tiny bit smaller, much brighter, a bit more modern, and nice and quiet.  Phew!  Potential anniversary disaster averted!

Blue Arrow Cars (yes, I am going to namecheck EVERYONE) took us from The Petersham into Kingston-Upon-Thames.  Our cabbie did that thing that all cabbies seem to be doing recently - asked me for directions.  Well tsk and suchlike, I thought that a significant part of his job was to KNOW THE AREA.  I don't know the area at all, aside from what my brilliant memory could provide from a long look at Google maps.  He dumped us at one end of what might have been The High Street (my other bugbear - a lack of street signs - was amply met at this point) and we wandered along following signs for The River.  Luckily it was a beautiful day, and as soon as we found the river I perked right up.  I love rivers.  I love the sea.  If I'm near some water I'm happy.  Even puddles will do as long as I am equipped wtih wellies and have time so splash about.  The thames was looking very pretty, and we sauntered past small crowds of pub drinkers, families out for a riverside walk, courting couples hand in hand... At the end of the riverside walk we found the Riverside Vegetaria, a restaurant that's pretty firmly recommended by The Vegetarian Society.  Dan is a veggie, which is why I picked it.  Initial signs weren't good - it's not a plush place by any stretch.  But soon we were seated outside (I love eating outside in beautiful weather.  Dan kindly put up with it - I know it's not his favourite thing), with the river lapping calmly next to us, and inept sailors intermittently bumping into each other and making me laugh.  We had a very nice bottle of organic rose wine and I ordered the Red Lentil & Avocado Kedgeree whilst Dan had Org Potato, Cashew Nut & Spinage Curry.  It all looked a bit low-key presentation-wise, but it tasted brilliant.  I would go back to the Riverside Vegetaria in a flash.

After our meal we decided to try and find a nice bar or pub for a drink, but we met with places that were rammed or loud.  We tried to go in one pub - I think it was the Druid's Head - because they had a nice quiet room, but the bouncer decided that we weren't allowed to enter the open door that he wasn't standing beside, we had to make our way through the mob in another part of the pub.  Oh, and he wanted to see ID as well.  Sod that.  We jumped in a black cab and went back to the hotel.

In the main restaurant there we sat in cosy warmly-lit comfort, supped Hendricks and Tonic (Dan) and Cosmopolitans (Me) made for us by the obliging Raoul on the bar.  Lovely.  Perfect.  Off to bed.
In the morning we pootled down for breakfast and discovered that where we had been drinking the night before is surrounded by an amazing view... Pretty impressive, even with a hangover.
I am now going to moan about breakfast, but I want you to know that nothing that I have whinged about affected how much I enjoyed our weekend.  I loved every minute of it, and the small hiccups only made us laugh, or gave us something to talk about, or were cheerfully overlooked.  I just like blogging the negative aspects - it's more fun to write.  I already feel that I've over-used the word "Lovely" in my attempt to reassure you how blissed out I was by the entire thing.

So anyway.  Breakfast.

First of all my order was wrong.  I ordered a full English with poached eggs (yum!) but no hash browns.  It arrived with hash browns.  I HATE hash browns.  They are disgusting greasy weirdly textured little stacks of crap, and I won't have them as part of my breakfast.
I handed the plate back to the waiter...
"Sorry, I asked for mine to come without hash browns..."
He glanced at the plate.  He glanced at Dan, who was reveiwing his veggie breakfast platter, happy with his hash brown serving.
"Can't you give it to him?" the waiter asked.  I thought this was a bit terse.  My preferred line of dialogue here would have been "Perhaps Sir would like to take care of Madam's hash browns?" With a calm little smile and a twinkle of the eye.  It's a four star hotel for God's sake...  Instead - and I may be reading in here (Dan will be able to tell you) - I got the distinct impression that he thought I was being a fussy little twit about it.
"I can't," I told him, "the hash brown is touching the meat."
The waiter recalled that he had just taken an order for and delivered a veggie breakfast for Dan.  He looked properly chastened, and took my plate away.

It came back in a minute sans hash brown, but also sans mushrooms.  Is that my punishment for being a vaguely fussy eater?  If you don't want this bit then you can't have this bit either!  The hash brown and the mushrooms are in love, they won't be parted, it's all or nothing.  How dare you try to split the beautiful couple up with your mixed-up odd hash hating effrontery!
I decided not to complain again, because the waiter didn't seem quite with it, and who knew what he'd come back with next time.  Instead I tucked in - my poached egg was perfect - and treated myself to some toast.  Dan's eggs were not as impressive as mine, cos they were a bit hard in the middle.  Breakfast was not living up to our high expectations, and I was glad that we got it as part of the booking and weren't paying the going rate of £14 per head for it.

My favourite bit of a full English is the mopping.  The bits and bobs have all been cleared, and all that's left is some tomato juice (and / or beans, though not in this case) and egg yolk.  I like nothing better than to take a bit of toast or bread and mop it all up.  Slurp.  Yum.  Yum again.
Dan had finished his meal, and a waitress took his plate.  I told her not to take mine, as I was still going.  She looked at me as though I'd spoken in tongues, and reached to take it.  I told her again that I wasn't finished, and she backed away looking confused.  Clearly she is not an artiste of the mopping up.  To her that tomato and yolk residue indicates an empty plate.  Pity her, because you and I both know it's the best bit.

Dan had a weird moment in the car on the way home, when his imagination suddenly replayed the entire plate taking moment and replaced the ending with the waitress throwing coffee in my face.  He insisted on seeing the manager, and told him in no uncertain terms that we would not be paying for the room!  I joined in, and decided that I would 1) have to be physically removed from pounding on the waitress's inert form as I kicked the living crap out of her, or 2) be crying in our hotel room, showering to remove the dregs of coffee from my hair, and bemoaning the state of my t-shirt.
I'd like to stress though, none of the above paragraph happened, we just had a sudden weird kick out of pretending it did.
And that is the end of our anniversary jaunt.  We came home, had lunch (Innocent veg pot for me, soup for Dan) complained to Sky about the signal quality, booked in an engineer to fix the problem, put CD shelves into the newly carpeted spare room and filled them with CDs, ate salad and watched Heartlands.
All in all, an utterly fabulous weekend.  Thanks for marrying me, Dan.  Without you none of this would have been possible.  I'd also like to thank the academy...
Oh wait.  Wrong speech.
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[21 Aug 2009 | Friday] 

Current mood:  peaceful
Category: Life
So today I am.. what.  What am I today?  Struggling to find anything nice to write about very specific people who I will not name?  Almost certainly.
Wondering if there's anything of interest I can write here to make you think better of me? A bit.
Bored and just randomly wittering away, letting my fingers trot across my keyboard, noting the missing "a" and the disappearing "n" and pondering on the vagaries and wilfulness of Caps Lock?  You betcha.

So Alex has got a new blog that you may want to check out by clicking here...

Charlie Boucher is still frantically trying to collect new fans here...

Today I enter the fifth year of my marriage.  Lucky old hubby.

Somehow I have made the size of my screen larger - everything is big and 125%ish, which is making me feel a bit like I'm back at primary school.  The size of writing is a weird thing, really.  It starts off very big and cursive and easy to read, and as you progress towards adulthood it gets smaller and smaller... And then at some point, as old age beckons, the letters start growing again, back towards those big rounded "P"s and scooping "U"s, and threatening to be labelled "Large Print" in slightly condemning tones.

Earlier a slightly loopy French Woman (I write that phrase so often you must think I'm surrounded by them... And it's an image I'm happy with) popped over to ask a question.  I answered it.  And then she lingered, as if she thought she ought to be making conversation with me, but had nothing whatsoever to ask.  I stared at her, and repeated my answer in slightly different words, since she was making me feel uncomfortable, and I wanted her to go away so that I could get back to writing crap on Facebook.  That IS what I come to work for.

MySpace is being very weird and not scrolling the creen as I type.  This is all being typed in teh dark. I am tempted not to re-read and correct later, so that I can see how good I really am at touch-tyoing.

In other news... I am reading Bad Science by Ben Goldacre.  Despite the fact that it makes me feel like a naive twerp I can thoroughly recommend it.  The website is here, and not as easy to read or navigate.  (Less of that "read one page, turn it, read the other side" business that's so foolproof in books...)
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[01 Jul 2009 | Wednesday] 

Current mood:  contemplative
Category: Life
So last week there was quite a lot of blogging. This week, not so much.  There MIGHT be some next week, if I can decide whether to take my laptop or my netbook on holiday with me.  One of them is definitely coming, but which one?
The laptop is slow but dependable, and has all my writing on it.  The netbook is untested but was a right pickle to even get online.  Given that that is it's purpose in life it has raised my suspicions somewhat.  Either I commit myself to the little bugger for a week and see how I get on, or I play it safe and lug the great big heavy laptop with me.  Tricky decision...
Currently reading:
Nation
By Terry Pratchett
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[23 Jun 2009 | Tuesday] 

Current mood:  breezy
Category: Movies, TV, Celebrities
Oh yeah.  This reminded me that I also have Chris Pine on my list, thanks to Star Trek and (I know...) Just My Luck.

Currently watching:
Minority Report --Two Disc Set (DTS) [DVD] [2002]
Release date: 2004-05-03
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[23 Jun 2009 | Tuesday] 

Current mood:  breezy
Category: Life
This morning I wandered back to my desk after doing something brilliant and efficient elsewhere in the office (ha!) and found Penny standing in a Christ-like pose of mid-blessing.  Turned out she'd had a nasty fall and was holding out scraped palms for all to see.  Luckily I am a First Aider and have a big bag full of medical goodies, so I got to play nurse.  I demonstrated my ability to improvise, since there were no big plasters for her hands, so I used eye patches instead.  She is so bandaged up now that she looks like a half-finished Mummy.  My work here is done...

Last night I went to see Terminator Salvation with my friend Christina.  I am sort of with Mark Kermode on some aspects of this film - McG can't direct, he really can't.  Scenes were snapped together with no sense of... what's the word I want?  Flow, I think.  For example at the beginning John Connor is being dropped from a wire into a cavernous shaft that looks amazing...  He drops out of sight and then the next thing we see he's in a tunnel with a bunch of other people.  How did they get there?  Where did these extra people come from?  All I'd have needed to stop my mind from frowning was a shot of some more people abseiling (right term? who cares...) behind him as he dropped out of sight.  So there were many many little bits like that, just shoddy story-telling really, and not big deals, but annoying to a pernickity little stitch like myself.  Also I thought Christian Bale was boring.  I could have cared less what happened to John Connor - I was much more interested in Marcus Wright and Kyle Reece.  Especially Marcus Wright.  Sam Worthington has moved straight to the top of my celeb  crushlist... I'll let you know if he manages to over-throw Ryan Reynolds.

By the way, I'm not a celeb-crushy type of person usually, so it's a pretty short list and usually linked to a specific performance. Leonardo diCaprio is on it because of The Departed.



All Sam Worthington needs is a shoddy performance in something and he could drop right off.  It's a hard list to stay on.  I liked him a lot in TS though, even if his Aussie accent did keep ripping through everything.

Talk of the list has made me try to remember who else is on it. After a brief mull it seems its pretty bare right now:

Ryan Reynolds (thanks to being good in everything)
Sam Worthington (thanks to Terminator Salvation)
Leonardo DiCaprio (thanks to The Departed)
Jim Sturgess (thanks to 21)



Blimey.  Those male actors need to put some effort in.  It's very poor that there are only four members.  It's not like it's a hard list to get on... Just to stay on.  The Hollywood fraternity need to re-think their priorities, clearly.

Anyway, back to Terminator Salvation... The Skynet bit was good, and I did feel somewhat on the edge of my seat.  I think the "trick" was poorly explained, but made up for by OOH, SPOILER! Arnie.  The heart transplant was WAAAY obvious though.
Basically the film was all over the place and I think a smarter director could have made something that looked just as whizzy without any of the rubbish exposition, corny dialogue and general messiness.
None of that may make sense if you haven't seen the film.

So, what else is new...

I blogged yesterday, so you'd think not much.  However I just remembered something...

A couple of blogs ago I mentioned that I was going to get allergy tested.  And so I did... It was pretty interesting; part therapy, part medical consultation, part homeopathic possible claptrap.
It turns out I'm not allergic to anything (hooray!) but I do have a ridiculous amount o bacteria in my stomach - thus the buggage I keep experiencing.  I was given three homeopathic remedies, one prescription for hardcore pro-biotics, and told to cut down on coffee, wheat, oats, yeast and starchy foods.  So far I haven't been completely without stomach-related illness episodes, but I think it's improved a bit.  I have DEFINITELY cut down on coffee.  I am on one a day and I can bump it up to two if I fancy another.  This is down from about five, so I am well chuffed with meself.  If only I was as good at not eating chocolate as I am at not drinking coffee...
Tonight I go back to Claire at Exceptional Health for a follow-up session.  I will try to remember to tell you what happens.

Oh, and I discovered Summer of Tears.  If you are bored and would like a giggle I would recommend you visit their youtube channel.  They are making me laugh a lot.
Currently playing:
The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion - Classics Edition (Xbox 360)
Release date: 2008-03-04
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[22 Jun 2009 | Monday] 

Current mood:  cheerful
Category: Blogging
Today I am eating roasted and salted pistachio nuts.  So far an annoying number of them are not cracked, and I will have to hammer at them discreetly with something solid.  Discretion is required because I am at work and have nothing to do.  My inbox is empty, my to do list is bare... Is this because I am so rockin' damn efficient that I have accompished all I need to?  No.  But I have accomplished all I care to, and that's a vital difference.

This weekend was Fathers Day in the UK.  Myself, Dan, Alex and Megs all went to Frinton and showered my father with chocolate from Hotel Chocolat.  We were even very nice and didn't eat any.  We must be the best children in the world...

On the Saturday night we ate at The Fat Goose in Tendring, which I can certainly recommend. 

To be all chronologically annoying again...

On Friday night, in an effort to cheer Dan up, I took him to the Woodlands Vegetarian South Indian Restaurant in London, and wouldn't recommend that much at all.  That reminds me - must go and slag off the state of the loos on TopTable.
The service was a tad brusque and the food a bit un-inspiring.  I ordered something I'd never tried before (A Mushroom Madras Dosa) which was okay, but Dan had Korma - pretty safe you'd think - and was given something not creamy, mild or coconutty.  We were perplexed.  Perhaps South India has a different view on Korma content.  If you know please pass it on. I would hate to be needlessly critical.  What am I saying; No I wouldn't, I love being needlessly critical.
On the whole though I think there are better veggie places to go.  The Gate is still our top London Veg' restaurant, but it's all the way out in hammersmith, so we don't go there that often.
I would, however, suggest that you take yourself off to the Häagen Dazs restaurant as soon as possible.  I LOVE ice cream at the moment, particularly of the chocolate variety, and brilliantly they were able to serve me with two varieties of chocolate flavoured ice-cream along with a freshly baked cookie and a latte.  Cor, it were brilliant.  Should have skipped the main course at stupid Woodlands and gone straight for pud'.

Oh, and before all of that (my timelines are buggered...) we went to The Imperial for a quick drink and some idiothole ina  red t-shirt tried to pinch my olives.  When I caught him in the act and said "Excuse me!" very loudly, he got all susprised and twitchy and flung my cocktail sticks across the bar.

Aside from that it was a pretty unevenetful evening...

Not much else has been going on, really.  I'm planning a party at the end of July and seem to be having some trouble getting people to come.  I didn't realise that I was so spectacularly unpopular, but apparently I am.  I shall just have to become wildly successful, rich and famous in order to remedy that.

Today I am wearing my glasses and keep putting salty smudges on them.  Doh.

Tonight I am going to see Terminator Salvation.  I have not heard good things, but we'll see.  I liked the Charlie's Angels films, so I have an advantage over the McG haters... Although I am annoyed with him for his participation in the rip-off of Spaced for U.S. audiences.  Still, that little episode seems to have come to an end and brought karmic righteousness with it.  They neglected to courteously check in with the Spaced creative team beforehand, and also, it seems, neglected to put any jokes into their own rip-off version.  Consequently I think it's dead in the water, which is where it should be.

Last week I saw War Horse, which was lovely, and I would recommend, especially if you have children.  They'll learn some heartbreaking facts about the first world war, it'll test their French and German, and it won't patronise them at all.  Always good in the theatre... My only criticism was that not every accent was 100%, but I am a picky bugger at the best of times, so don't let that put you off.  Here's the trailer:



That'll do for now.  It looks like it may be a slow week work-wise, so I'll probably be back here soon.  Laters my lovelies...

Currently reading:
The Robber Bride
By Margaret Atwood
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[14 May 2009 | Thursday] 

Current mood:  breezy
Category: Life
Well some of you won't have been able to see my last post, and that's probably just as well.  I vented spleen quite dramatically and about something that, in my memory, does not seem to have been a big deal.  Oh well, that's the good thing about getting it out, I suppose.  It means that it's not kept in.

I've been a bit quiet on the Blog front lately and, once again, I apologise.  I got all distracted by something bright and shiny and it's called Twitter.  You can follow me should you wish to... twitter.com/furydoll

Yeah, you say it'll never happen, but you said that about Facebook too, and I bet you're on there somewhere.

Download Tweetdeck is my advice.  That way you can post to Facebook and Twitter at the same time, and you don't even have to add the #FB meme application.

Yeah, I know that didn't make any sense to you people who are steadfastly not twittering, but don't deny it... you're intrigued.

One of the things I'm enjoying quite a lot is the #allsorts meme, which some clever soul has built a website around and it feeds the latest entries into a nice plain format.  You can see the site here: http://all-sorts.org/latest and have some fun reading lists.  I've entered a couple of ideas for new collective nouns (which is what it's all about) and am absurdly pleased with myself. 

My coffee has gone cold.

Next Tuesday I am off to be allergy tested, which I am sort of looking forward to, and sort of dreading.  I hope it doesn't hurt... I have a feeling she may pronounce me lactose intolerant, which will be interesting.  I don't have milk in my tea or coffee, but what if I can't have cereal any more?  Or butter?  or milkshakes?
I shudder to think... Fingers crossed, people, that my allergies are things I already don't like, and I have just been unlucky in the catching stomach bugs department.

Next Thursday I am going to see Star Trek, which I am looking forward to.

This weekend (I am chronologically rubbish today) Dan and I are staying with Al and Megs, which should be nice.  There will be drink.  There will be Rock Band.  There will be fun.

Charlie Boucher already scribbled about The Sitcom Trials finals here: http://bit.ly/7RhpR so I'm not going to.  She was diplomatically nice though and, take my word for it, two of the entries in the final were a lot worse than she has led you to believe.  She's so nice.  I expect it's because she's a professional.
Currently listening:
Talkie Walkie
By Air
Release date: 2004-01-26
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[23 Mar 2009 | Monday] 

Current mood:  tired
Category: Life
This is only a quick wee posting... I am tired.
Let me point you at Charlie Boucher - she's up to something.
I am vowing to try and use my five year diary a bit more... The last one (2003 - 2007) was pretty empty, and is therefore dull and disappointing to look through.  The one before that (1998 - 2002) is very full, a bit odd to flick through, but ultimately satisfying cos I used it and therefore look as though I had a life.  There's another one that runs from 1993 and I think thats pretty chocka too, but can't lay my hands on it right now.  It's probably just as well.  I'm not a big fan of the past, preferring, as I do, to experience right now.  But it's interesting to look back, especially since I seemed to be prone to littering 1998 - 2002 with random comments about hearing screaming, experiencing nightmares, and other general odd stuff.  Nothing like that happens much any more, so it's probably worth using my new Sunflowers covered diary to record it when it does.
That's it.  To bed.
By the way, I am in awe of most of Two Suns by Bat For Lashes.  Listen to Glass.  That's what love feels like.
Currently listening:
Two Suns
By Bat For Lashes
Release date: 2009-04-06
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