We've had the InLaws over today and all went out for a day trip to Farming World. Me & Vi went before, with Playgroup, but because there were more people to run around with Vi we were able to stay out much longer today. So. Much. Fun.

The B-i-L is currently obsessed with goats and spent ages cooing over various different breeds. Vi really liked the piglets, the rabbits, the shire horses and the shetland ponies. She's spent most of the rest of the day telling us that she fed the rabbit some grass and that one of the horses was lying down. She also loved the various climbing frames and spent well over an hour on them - much easier for me to sit on the grass and watch someone else scampering after her on them than to try to haul myself up there with her. Oh, and she loved my ice cream too - so much so that I had to abandon it and buy myself another, even though we'd got her a perfectly good Mini Milk.

She now has an adorable pink line over her cheeks and nose where she caught the sun.

It knackered me well out, though. I had to have a nap this afternoon.

Busy day. Cream crackered, and about to give Vi her bath. For now, the only update I have time for is this:

The Wrath Of Khan, The Opera.



Via Graham-Linehan-Who-Should-Be-Working.

My husband's always loved this song, and found it on the youtubes for us. There's a few countries missed out, and a few listed that aren't technically countries in their own right... plus, the world map has changed considerably since even this was on TV. It's fun, though.

Awkward Family Photos. The best site I've seen since 'Cake Wrecks'. Enjoy, friends!

Beautiful. Thanks to stovetop00 for the link.

Ah, my fetish for Interracial Bromances just goes on and on. If I still had the wherewithall to do vids, there would be one awesome soft-focus Data/Geordi vid to this song. 'It's like I married my best friend, but in a totally manly way... LET'S GO!'

This is brilliant.



Thanks to Missy C for the link. Big old lesbian, mMrmitey kisses coming your way, petal!

Before I go to beddy, I must share my absolute highlight of my days slumped in front of the TV last week - the More 4 Pub Quiz Advert. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iZkAid9JIxw

Jon Snow + Kevin Macleod in frocks = Pure Joy.

Escape to London today was well worth
a, the guilt of leaving the house just as Vi, who had been doing really well all morning, puked up her breakfast
b, possibly the worst Coach journey ever, on a completely packed coach. Picked a sleepy lady to sit next to, which was good, but ended up sitting the other side of the aisle to two massive charvers who spent 2 hours loudly and swearily sort-of chatting each other up as the girl (overweight and dressed head to toe in skintight white clothes so that she looked like the Michelin Man) simultaneously chatted with various people on her mobile - including her boyfriend so that ChavvyMan (who got on board with a can of Special Brew... if you're not pissed by 11am you're obviously not trying hard enough... and twice 'went to the toilet' for 5 minutes, during which time the whole coach mysteriously smelled of fag ash) ended up having a loud, sweary argument with Phone Boyfriend that 'they were only sitting next to each other on the fucking bus, for fuck's sake'. Actually, I was quite glad of Chavvygirl as she stopped Chavvyman from trying to talk to anyone else - apart from taking a few moments to ask the foreign students behind him some random questions and then take the piss out of them for not being able to understand his weird, slurred ramblings while Chavvygirl laughed her arse off. Having sworn that there was nothing going on they then kissed as the coach pulled up and exchanged numbers, Chavvyman leaving her with the immortally romantic line 'Just put me down as "Paul Coach". Now I've got to get off. I've got to get one of them... fucking... things...' He pushed me in the back several times as we were getting off. He was a CHARMER.
c, braving Victoria's alfresco ticket 'office' (aka the worst ticket booth in the world) for five minutes, then discovering that the Viccy line was closed so what should have been a quick hop to St Pauls ended up involving three different tube lines. It was quite fun playing 'how long before somebody offers me a seat', though - and impressively I was offered a seat on every tube I got on on the way there. None on the way back, mind.

But as I say, it was all worth it. I had a lovely escape with Miss C, la Nunn and 'Brickwork' Kahn, who we only invited to look more multicultural but impressively ate with a knife and fork and didn't even try to blow us up once. She did have a bit of a headache since we were eating in the shadow of St Paul's and everybody knows that Cathedrals are built out of Muslim Kryptonite. Jokes were made. Fun was poked. Plans were planned. Some children stared at La Nunn in a Village of the Damned sort of a way. Two old people pressed their noses against the door of the restaurant like tramps in a silent movie until our mockery of them caused them to move on. We saw two brides and compared their tits. I got terribly hot, but that might have been a Preggo thing.

Vi's illness these last few days seems to have turned me into my mother. I fretted and phoned a lot, but was happy to see that she was in a far more cheerful mood by the time I got back. Fingers crossed for her being more back to normal tomorrow.

Right - washing up and laundry to do! Saturday nights are a blast!

Thanks to Ian. I lolled. Now all I need to find is Lol Magazine.

Hee! Thanks to tlshull for the link to The Hero Factory!




I think I come across as a bit more Goffy here than I really am! Hey-ho.

Gotta share the love with this one too. Harry Hill plays the Claxon Horn Keyboard. Non UK FListers probably won't recognise the tunes or get why they make me giggle, though. 1.41 is the bit where I absolutely dissolve, but it's worth watching all the way through.

Vi-Vi seems to be over whatever was ailing her! She was drinking more and more juice throughout the afternoon, then had a proper tea and enjoyed a cup of milk at storytime. A weight off my mind, although I still really want to avoid the same thing happening on our Wales trip.

Thanks to all of you who posted Cheering Youtube Clips. I shall respond with the song I've been singing every time I've seen articles about Barbie turning 50 today.



I remember this video from when I was a kid, BTW. The 'does anybody know where the toilets are' bit cracked me and my little sister up, because we didn't usually hear people talking about going to the toilet on the telly, least of all in the middle of a song.

For everybody on my FList having a shitty time of it at the moment - and there's a lot of you - at least you're not Cindy the Poodle.

Enjoy the joyful WTFery, cyberchums.
xxx

Hee hee hee!



I wish Michael Emerson and Daniel Dae Kim had their own spin-off sitcom. I really do.

Right - off to cook tea.

Haven't been posting or replying much recently... not actually due to Twitter this time (although that's still great fun... I think The Spine might be a Witch. That, or he's been in the Industry so long that he knows exactly what kinds of films and performances - and what level of lobbying - will guarantee an Oscar win. Either's equally likely) but due to Prince of Persia. I finally spent the Amazon Vouchers I got for my birthday the other day on the game, even though warrior Within put me off the franchise so soon after I'd fallen head over heels in love with Sands Of Time. Needless to say, I'm really enjoying it. We have a new 'Prince' who, while American accented (I still miss the English accented voice from SoT) is at least back to the cheery, cheeky, wisecracking kid who we lost in WW. Unfortunately, this new guy isn't as agile in battle as the old Prince was (that or I'm playing it wrong, which is quite likely) but you don't actually fight that much. There's lots of running, jumping, climbing and whatnot, which is the stuff that I love. And he has a little Speshul Sparkly UberSue who is bound to die at the end and make him hold her limp body in the rain and shout 'NOOOOO!!!!' - Anyway. I'm having fun. It's very pretty and easy enough for a spoid like me to play.

Have watched Lost S5Ep6 now... thoughts on that later once we're back from Playgym.

Looked at our first Nursery School yesterday - really, really nice, but quite a walk... have to bear in mind that I'll be taking her there, then coming home, then walking there again to bring her home a couple of hours later. Considering I'll have a 2 month old by September, I don't want to be hiking too much.

Anyone else with little kids know the Hairy Maclairey books? Vi loves them! they're her new favourite thing! If I have to read about him chasing all the cats again I might go mad.

We went to Wildwood today, and it was a little bit shit. To give you an idea of it; imagine you're at a zoo, right? A zoo that you've paid a fairly princely sum to get into, but that only has animals which are indigenous to the UK. Sounds interesting, right? Until you realise that most of the more impressive British Animals are either nocturnal, and therefore sleeping, or hibernative, and therefore sleeping. We saw a family of wild boar, a couple of deer, a rather cute Harvest mouse and some wolves that looked as annoyed as a wolf would look if a hundred kids had been pointing and howling at you for five days straight. I was also in the company of somebody who insisted on reading aloud from every sign as though reading the rest of us the 6 o'clock news. Never mind, eh? It killed a couple of hours.

In other Scribbles-news, I heart my Twitter so very much. Have I mentioned that? I think I may have mentioned that. Today on Twitter I have tried to come up with a crack squad of Pop and Rock Stars who we Earthlings can rely on to save the planet from an Alien Invasion - David Bowie was originally suggested as the leader, then turned down at the last minute since it was suggested that The Thin White Duke couldn't be trusted not to switch allegiance when the chips were down. Our new last, best hope for survival is Morrisey, apparently. Bjork is in charge of Communications and Alanis Morissette is on standby to yodel until the Martians' heads explode. Do my lovely LJ chums have any more suggestions?

The other thing I want more suggestions for are my TV Crossovers From Hell concepts. It all started off with 'Big Cook, Peter Cook' last night, then I branched out with 'Can't Cook Peter Cook' - In which each week sleb chefs refuse to cannibalise the remains of the deceased comedian, then there was 'Newsnightmare' (Kirsty Wark and Jezza Paxo present indepth current affairs and political analysis while guiding a blindfolded Germaine Greer around a ropey CGI dungeon), 'Top Gear Cat' (a cheeky cartoon alley cat with the voice of Phil Silvers escapes the ire of Officer Dibble in a different 4x4 each week and then tells us how it handled round those tricky corners) and my personal favourite - 'Jon Snow: Informer', which is basically just C4 news, presented in a sweet Raggamuffin stylee. I also came up with The Amazing Spider-Spider, a show about an ordinary spider that gets bitten by a radioactive spider and finds that he has all the powers of a spider. He fights crime. Any more for any more?

Oh, and I may be giving the TNG vs WotW Bunny a carrot for a while - I'm probably just going to do an excerpt... the one scene that's stuck in my head. Hopefully that'll quieten the rodents down. It's a really cool scene, though!

Thanks to Claire Phil-to-the-Hill for pointing me in the direction of Cake Wrecks. I WANT SPRINKLES!!!

*Scoops up snow in palm, carefully pats it down, then tries to fling it but it sticks to the wool of my glove and when I try to shake it loose it just falls on my shoe*

Chatting to tin_o_biscuits about her native state made me hanker after some Otis Lee Crenshaw. I wanted to find 'Texas, Not Tenessee', but it wasn't on the youtubes. This, however, is just as funny. Enjoy.