Compliments get you everywhere

My new BFF:

The Young Bridget Jones - K showered me with compliments and my ego grew faster than the speed of light.

Source: ilianidolphin.blogspot

Follow this lady - her nose piercing makes me jel. My sideofmouthlipthing is so passé now.

Also follow:  Hey Homewrecker, Flimsy Cups, Thrift Shop Commando and OF COURSE for cat lovers all around: Cat Versus Human.

Off to eat some processed food now.

“What female heart can gold despise? What cat's averse to fish?”

Source: Thomas Gray 'On the death of a favourite cat'

I was (am) watching the Paralympics opening ceremony and fell in love with the GB outfits! White with gold collars! How kitsch. I'd love one except I'm a 'winter' and gold makes me look ill. Shame that.

*considers fake tan*

Making a very good crisps sandwich.

First the bread must be white, thick and soft.

Use butter - none of this margarine stuff and use enough so your crisps sort of stick to it but don't use too much or you get butter attack.

Add the crisps and distribute evenly. Press the second slice of bread on top.

Eat.

The end of the 'Summer'

This summer has been somewhat a bit of a wash-out but I'm glad because my favourite season is upon us: AUTUMN!

Finally the shops sell clothes in colours I can actually wear and with enough material to cover my bottom and other body parts. This week I have been living in my harem pants (not the MC Hammer style - they're extreme - I hear a sigh of relief, I know I have questionable taste) because I had a bit of an accident involving a kerb a week ago.

I was up at the crack of dawn to hail the bus to Derry (1 hr 45 minutes away) for a meeting. I managed to navigate a scary wet leaf strewn pathway that felt never ending and made it to the dry side of the road and then I fell off a kerb.

It my defence the kerb was slightly higher than your regular kerb (sidewalk) and I was wearing sensible shoes. I managed to rip a hole in the knee of my favourite jeans (and in my knee) and make my ankle, on the other leg, swell up to x times the normal size. Thankfully it didn't break but the pain was something else and I have had some impressive bruising and an inability to wear shoes.  I won't wear jeans if I can help it because my knee hurts.

It's my fault for slow recovery though, I haven't been resting it, elevating it or comforting it (the ankle) but I haven't been able to. Today I am lying on my bed with my Ikea tray-on-legs and doing things I've put off for ages.

Before I bore all with waffle I add some photos. We all like pictures:

Every time I see this picture I break out in to a Rocky Horror Picture Show song. I do like this though and am looking for print to stick up on the wall if I can find some wall space.

American Gothic - Grant Wood

The injury a week after it happened.  Look at my flip flop mark.  No, my foot isn't dirty (I cleaned it just to check...) it's just bruised.

I do. I like you.

Ooh! Look at that! I went to Belfast Mela yesterday, 'Mela' means 'to meet'. Plenty of food and entertainment. Queued to get some henna. Looks like a smiling half bee/half lion thing. I know, I know, isn't the ring beautiful.  Thomas Sabo if you're asking.

This week I'm reading Hanif Kureishi's 'Buddha in Suburbia' and my playlist consists of Phil Collins, The Misfits, Joe Bonnamassa and X-Ray Spex. French tv series 'Spiral' is my choice of DVD box set and for some reason 'Revenge', an American TV show that's on at the moment. I just HAVE to know what happens to the Graysons.

I must get you to watch 'The Revolution will be Televised' on BBC3 (USA - can you get BBC iPlayer over there? It's very very funny). Look out for Dale Maily.

Peace out Space Cadets xxx