Sunday Roast: I’m going to go crazy and I’m taking you with me

Doesn’t it feel good to be back where we all belong here on BrightMeadow.co.uk? I feel good about it and as I’m moderately hungover, it’s a miracle I can feel good about anything. Before I forget, everyone wish happy (ever so slightly belated) birthday to Neko and Bibby and say hello to fulnic who promised [...]

Sunday Roast - You can’t improve on MacGyver

This post is cross-posted with the alternate Bright Meadow whilst I resolve some server issues
There were a few moments this morning when I didn’t think I would get this Roast written. Settle back whilst I tell you the tale…
I woke up this morning at the ungodly hour of 8.30am - not actually that ungodly I [...]

Wednesday Waffles: There are no excuses…

… for my lateness, but there are sometimes reasons… not least a trip to Portsmouth and then Brighton for leap-year parties and then a stag do for a very very good friend of mine. I did not return to Southampton until well past Sunday Roast time, then events took over me on Monday and Tuesday.
That [...]

Sunday Roast: Mutant Ninja Walrus

This week we have a Moose flavoured roast for your delight. The reason? Cas felt like taking a break so last week she asked me to take over for a couple of weeks. She then tried to take it back, but I refused. The roast is mine, all mine! Mwah, ha, ha, [...]

Sunday Roast: how very 1967 of you

I have noticed a distressing tendency of mine to start Roasts with “So…” I could make this into a motif, a signature of my blogging, but I won’t. I want to be able to keep you all guessing as to how I will start each week. This particular Sunday sees me sitting at the computer, [...]

Sunday Roast: there’s always room in your life for a sackbut

Credit for todays Roast title goes to the godhead, who deserves eternal props for recent road-trips. I can’t remember the exact sequence of events that led to such a quote-worthy line, but it did have something to do with five archaeologists being stuck in a car for a total of 11 hours, listening to a [...]

Sunday Roast: He is NOT Judge Judy and executioner

So why a Roast on Monday instead of the, by now, Sunday? Because yesterday the CCM descended upon Southampton for a flying visit and whisked me off to Southsea for the day. We had a lovely time walking the Front, going round the Aquarium and eating food in the smallest cafe I’ve been in in [...]

Sunday Roast: I thought you were meeting a psycho-killer for lunch?

So another week has ended, thank the dear and fluffy lord. Not that there has been anything exactly with the weeks lately, but I will be glad when January is over, as it is dragging so. You might have caught onto the fact that I’ve been voiceless lately. Well, I went see the specialist on [...]

Sunday Roast: once a evil raccoon tried to steal my frappachino

I write this Roast whilst feeling grumpy. I’ve been feeling grumpy ever since evil ultrasound technicians took a look at my ovaries last week and told me they didn’t like what they could (and slightly more worrying couldn’t) see. Tomorrow is the joyous prospect of an evil ENT specialist taking a look at my throat [...]

Sunday Roast: Nothing says you care more than some cyber-stalking

Oooh, the first Sunday Roast of 2008. Exciting! Well, if you’re me it is. I’m just hoping that y’all will enjoy it. It’s been long enough since I last wrote a roast that it feels really rather weird to be sitting here staring at the blank blue screen of WriteRoom once more. Plus I’ve flipped [...]