Skylarking

Today has a strange vibe about it. Mercury must be retrograde or something.

~I arrived at work about 15 minutes earlier than I normal and I have no idea what I did differently.

~Conversation on the way to work:

Man with a large plastic bottle of what looked like cheap cider: Good morning

Me: Good morning

MWALPBOWLLCC: I like you

Me: That's nice, thank you.

MWALPBOWLLCC: Do you know why? *Dramatic pause* Because you don't wear make up. You don't have to.

Me: Aw thank you.

(I am actually wearing foundation but I didn't want to shatter his illusions.)

And it isn't even 9 o'clock yet. I'm not sure if I'm cogent enough to face whatever the day will bring.

Tea is required I think

The new Bruno Mars song, The Lazy Song was on the radio yesterday and prompted a conversation in the office about the vagaries of censorship.

There's a line in the song where he says that he is going to sit watching TV with his hand down his pants and the word 'pants' had been muted out. Later in the song there's a line that goes, "find a really nice girl, have some really nice sex" and the word sex was left in. How does that work then? The word pants is worse than the word sex and of the two words pants has to be removed to protect the masses (and the children of course, won't someone think of the children!)? Maybe because the having his hands down his pants line alluded to masturbation. So suggesting masturbation is worse than directly mentioning sex?

I don't understand the logic. Neither did anyone else in the office.

Things I have seen that have amused me
A lady on the training course I was on this morning had an Elvis Presley glasses case. I think I might like an Elvis Presley glasses case. Elvis during the early blue jeans, leather jacket, jailhouse rock years not the sequined jumpsuit, deep fired peanut butter and banana sandwiches years Elvis. Mercy!

I was tagged by beebarf

The Rules:

1. People who have been tagged must write the answers on their blog and replace any question they dislike with a new, original question.
2. Tag six people. Don't refuse to do that. Don't tag who tagged you.

Oh, now don't tell me what I can't do. it's tempting to not tag anyone just to be churlish. But okay...I tag:
azur_infinie
indigo_blind
silverweave
glorfinniel
theshapeshifter

01. Make a list of 5 things you can see without getting up.
Cup of tea, monitor, the top of a plant, a window
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Maybe Pretty in Pink - but only if they changed the so that Andi ends up with Duckie.

I've just had a thought.

When I'm at work and I'm looking at my computer or looking down to write I often see people walking past the desk in my peripheral vision. Sometimes I think I see someone waiting at the desk and I look up to talk to them but there's no one there. I've just realised: There was someone there but I just can't remember seeing them. It was The Silence!!!

I must have killed loads of them on sight then forgotten all about it. That must mean I'm actually a total badass. Who'da thunk?

I had a very jolly long weekend. Long weekends are brilliant and should happen more often. I didn't watch the Royal Wedding live but I did watch the highlights on catch up. My favourite bit was the little bridesmaid who stood on the balcony scowling with her hands over her ears because she didn't like the noise.

I went for a walk along the Sheffield Round Walk on Sunday (the map in the booklet is fairy crap but never mind). While I was tramping though the Fulwood part of town I came across Mayfield Alpaca Farm. It had a tea shop so I had to go in to investigate. I'll go anywhere that has a tea shop. It was really sweet. There were chickens, geese, dogs and cats running around, and as I sat in the tea room stoking the farm cats a lady rode past the window on a horse. I want to live there.

It probably isn't as lovely and idyllic as it seems. It's probably very hard work, the owners probably never get a day off and I'll bet its cold in the winter but it seemed pretty bloody good while I was there.

The only unfortunate thing about the day is that I managed to trip over the ground and hurt my arm. The path I was walking on changed from grass to concrete and when misjudged how high I needed to step up to get from one to the other and tripped over and landed in an undignified sprawl on my arm. It was a special moment.

Quote of the day
Hope is the gay skylarking pyjamas we wear over yesterday's bruises ~
De Casseres

I love the idea of gay skylarking pyjamas. I want a pair. They would be the most fabulous pyjamas in the world.

I've just stirred my coffee with a biro, is that gross?

My postal voting stuff arrived yesterday. That means I have to decide how I'm going to vote in the election and also for AV. I looked at the voting for the local election and thought, "I don't think I want to vote for any of those buggers."

I received some election bumf from the Lib Dems through the post the other day and their campaign strategy is very interesting. The letter was in a hand written in biro on a plain blue envelope and the letter inside was a copy of a hand written note. "Dear Friend", it started, "I have lived in this area for many years and have been touched by the kind welcome of all the local people, blah blah, working for the community, blah blah…against the cuts, blah blah" it didn't even mention that it was anything to do with a political party until half way down the letter and I had to read it twice to see which party it was from. No logos, no pictures, no mention of Nick Clegg…

Funny. The local Lib Dem candidate is trying very hard to promote himself as friendly neighbourhood councillor who doesn't reeeeeeally have anything to do with the rest of his party.

I'm still not going to vote for you pal.

Thing I have learnt
Today is the Queen's birthday, she's 85. Her real birthday not her Official birthday, which will be on 11 June this year.

The reason the Queen has two birthdays is because on the monarch's birthday they Troop the Colour. The Queen's father's birthday was in December and he decided that the weather in December wasn't good for Colour Trooping (sensible chap) so he arrange an official birthday for when the sun would be shining.

And, I think, because it would mean he could have two birthday cakes.

I watched a programme about the UK's Eurovision song on Saturday. It was really an excuse for an hour long show that took the Mickey out of people wearing ridiculous costumes and singing terrible songs. That's what Eurovision is all about for me so I enjoyed it.

Blue have reformed to sing the UK's entry this year and it's actually not too bad. It isn't really "good" by conventional standards, but it's pretty good Eurovision song. It has a catchy chorus and a big finish and it miles better than the song Pete Waterman wrote last year (to be fair, last year's song was so God awful that you would be hard pressed to find a worse one, although this is Eurovision, so anything is possible.)

The song was written by one of the Bee Gees, the skinny one with the little round glasses. They should get beloved song writings to do the Eurovision song, Gary Barlow or Paul McCartney or Elton John. Can you imagine how camp a Eurovision song by Elton John would be?

We might actually get some points this year. The UK won't win, obviously, because the rest of Europe a) hates us and b) votes for their neighbours but I think we have a good chance of avoiding getting Nil Points. I'm pleased, watching last years effort was embarrassing.

I Can - cue power grip and edgy boyband stance

(Does embedding a video occasionally not work for anyone or is it just me?)

Apparently the new thing in romance novels is steampunk romances.

Want. Want want WANT! A Steampunk Mills and Boon would be a beautiful thing.

Also, The trailer for Daniel Radcliffe's new film has been released. Is it wrong that I watched it going, "Oooh! Daniel Radcliffe in period costume"?

I took an anti-histamine this morning for my hay fever and I feel all looooopy now.

I think the problem is that I took one yesterday as well; they're not too bad if I take the one every now and then but if I have a them several days in a row there's a build up and I turn into a space cadet.

I hope no one asks me anything complicated, or expects me to be coherent, or efficient, or awake.

And the best part is that I haven't stopped sneezing.

More radio based office hilarity:
*Beyonce's Single Ladies is playing*
Cathy: Is she saying "All my cigarettes?"