As you might have gathered from Friday’s post, things have started to pick up in the interesting stakes here at Meadow Towers. Change is in the wind etc, etc, etc. Which, as I expect I have mentioned previously, is exciting and terrifying all at the same time. Don’t expect too much blogging greatness till the dust has settled (middle of September). As is sometimes wont to happen with us personal bloggers, I am busy living my life so I will have something to write about down the way!
I shall warn you now – do NOT expect a Roast on the 14th or the 21st of September as those weekends are designated to be Moving Hell. I have a lot less stuff than I previously dreaded, but sill, the prospect of moving all my crap to another city and a much smaller room in the space of one (and a bit) weekends is not something anyone would rightly look forward to. I’m strange, but not that strange!
What to look forward to in this roast? You’re gonna have to read it to find out 😉
According to the Guardian we should all move to Hull by December.
A message in a bottle has been returned to its sender after 23 years. Don’t get me wrong, I love the idea and the serendipity of its return, but I am amazed no one has commented on the irony of the bottle being swept onto a beach being cleaned of litter…
Prior to my current imposed dietary revolution, I ate most anything, bar mushrooms. I abhore mushrooms. The taste, the texture, the smell… Ugh! Just the smell of cooking, especially frying, mushrooms is enough to drive me from the room fighting nausea. My fathers way of trying to tempt child-Cas into eating a mushroom (“eat it, it’s only a fungus!”) not only seemed to me a perfectly good reason NOT to eat a mushroom, but became part of family history. Then mushrooms force a plane to land. Always knew no good would come from mushrooms…
Like Rowan, I hate to give up on a book. To me it smacks of failure and giving in, both things I try not to do. But then you get to books that just defeat you – there isn’t a glimmer of anything to make it worth your while, trudging through the morass. Only one book currently sits, glowering at me in its unfinished state from my bookshelves, taunting me for money wasted on its purchase: Susannah Clarke’s Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell. What books have proven to be your literary nemeses?
Breaking News!!! The moon landings were faked!!!
Doodling is great, I think we all (bar my old English tutor before he realised I was paying attention as well as decorating my exercise book) love a good doodle. So why not share them?
British Superheroes – a potentially very funny new TV show (just in time for me not having a TV, sigh)
A few map-related links for my lovely map-geek friends:
Are online maps wiping out history?
Ghost Town – I am NOT a fan of Ricki Gervais, but by the end this had me giggling, reluctantly
Real Time – one hour left to live and Randy Quaid on your case? Scary!
The Secret Life of Bees – potentially yet another in a long line of ‘heartwarming southern family dramas’, but something about the trailer caught me and I really want to see this!
The Brothers Bloom – screwball comedy and a rough-round-the-edges Mark Ruffalo and Adrien Brody. What more can you want?
(And don’t even waste your time looking for the provenance of this weeks title – Moose succumbed to the lure of bad movies and we watched National Treasure 2 last night. And I even giggled in a few places. Oh dear).