Sunday Roast: not many women can pull off a beard

So I’ve just spent 15 minutes writing a post to explain why I won’t be writing a Roast this weekend and all of a sudden I find myself writing a Roast. Indecisiveness, your name is Cas.
Why wasn’t I going to write a Roast this week? Because they take a long time to write and require [...]

I’m an internet statistic

I can’t find the source right now, but I did read somewhere recently that 38% of women have a secret crush on someone at work. Damn it. I finally have to admit that just once in my life, I’m following the herd. Right now I’m going to do something about it and tell everyone. Yes, [...]

For Illyna, from moose

As Cas mentioned, we hosted a little dinner party on Saturday. Since then Illyna has been pestering me (well she asked twice anyway) for the recipe for the soup. A friend of mine gave me this recipe while she was living in Japan. She claimed it had no proper name and called [...]

Sunday Roast: nothing says relax like handcuffs

Once again, I wouldn’t trouble yourselves looking for the provenance of the roast title. This one is a pure Cas-classic. We’ve been on a bit of a Battlestar Galactica binge lately at Meadow Towers - I got season 3 for my birthday, and because it had been six months since we’d last watched season 2, [...]

And now I’m 25

I turned twenty five yesterday. Eek. Twenty Five years I’ve been walking this here earth. In one way it seems like a scary large number - quarter of the way through a century and all that. In another way, it feels like barely any time at all. Inside, I don’t feel like I [...]

Sunday Roast: don’t get a gig on

As you’re never going to guess where this week’s title has come from, I’ll tell you now to spare you the misery: it is courtesy of a particularly fine example of the Chav-sub-section of humanity who sat behind us on the bus on Friday morning. I’m not sure of the direct translation, but I suspect [...]

Robots In Disguise

I think it is time I told you the tale of me and Optimus Prime. Mother Dearest is convinced that I made this story up to guilt the Crazy Canalman into buying me the above model robot. I didn’t. The following is a true recounting of events as remembered by three year old me.
To fully [...]

Sunday Roast: smile. It’s September

So what to say about this week? Well, I made it into work on Tuesday (woo hoo!), watched Knocked Up on Wednesday (enjoyable), assembled flat-pack furniture on Thursday, enhanced my leadership skills with three hours of e-learning on Friday, vegged around Meadow Towers on Saturday and wrote the Roast/did laundry on Sunday.
Not, all things considered, [...]

Sunday Toast

For those of you who haven’t been following my adventures on Tumbleweeds (and why not?), I am back in the country and I am recovering from what was almost certainly a short, swift, but definitely NOT very sweet bout of food poisoning. I want to blame some suspect fresh pasta Moose handed me on Thursday [...]