While I'm on a nostalgia kick...

I used to love this at Uni. I had a tape of the RSC's radio show that I borrowed off my housemate. I can still recite this rap pretty much word for word.

This is brilliant.



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

Conversation with Mrs P made me want to search this bad boy out...



Aaahhh, Saturday mornings!

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.

Just watched Hollow Pursuits. It. Was. Awesome. Another one to add to my rapidly growing list of favourites. Done some icons. Unfortunately I wasn't able to do one that did justice to Picard's 'Good work, Lt. Broccoli' face, which is a pity since that scene very nearly caused me to spit muesli all over the carpet.
( Broccoli, and Satsumas, and Dandies, oh my! )

Eee! Soul Calibur IV is out today!

*Excited*

In celebration of this, and prompted by Bibsy's post about the humble N64, I thought I might regale you with a post about the Games Of My Youth - the 'youth' in question being largely the University years, and those that followed shortly after.
( nostalgia ahoy )

It is July - still a good week away from August. How comes it, then, that a traipse around the high street found a grand total of one pair of girl's size 5 sandals, and they were very expensive and really, really ugly? Couldn't bring myself to buy them, even though the nice Clark's man had done the measuring - they really were horrible and it's too hot for Autumn shoes. Bought a little pair of Converse style ballet pumps as Madam's summer shoes instead. £3.50 in the Next Sale! Woo!

I then proceeded to attempt M&S for sandals and ended up having a brain fail of much magnitude. There is one lift in M&S. I've used it several times before. It very clearly tells you what floor you're on. I had to go from the 2nd floor to the ground floor to get out. I get in the lift and press the ground floor level. Lift goes down. I put headphones in. Lift stops, two old dears get in, I get out, walk around in the direction of the exit. I suddenly realise I am amongst not the food hall of the ground floor, but the big knickers of the 1st. Cursing my stupidity, I turn around and call the lift again. There are already two people it it when it arrives, going to the 2nd floor. I ride with them to the 2nd floor, they get off, I hit the 'ground floor' button again and chat to Vi about getting it right this time. Lift goes down. Lift stops. Doors open, no one in waiting to get in. Still chatting to Vi, I walk out, take a few steps out and only realise I'm back on the fucking 1st floor again once the lift has gone again. At this point I'm positive that I'm being toyed with, like a character in a psychadelic 60s drama, or a tripping-out Daffy Duck. This isn't what is actually happening. What is actually happening is that I'm an idiot. I turn around and call the lift yet again, only to find it going up to the 2nd floor for a third time. Somebody gets on and wants to go to... yeah! The first floor! Woo! I am so very sick of the first floor by now, and it worries me that it took quite so much concentration on my part not to get off there yet another time, but to stay on instead to reach the fabled Ground Floor. Took about ten minutes to get out of a bloody shop. Eejit.

And then in Sainsburys I managed to get stuck behind a woman who insisted on packing her own shopping bags, which she did at the speed. Of. Mantle. And then realised she had to pay, which she did just as slowly, then stood for a while staring at her receipt while I rolled my eyes, Passive Aggressively.

Beautiful day today, though! I nearly made myself pass out blowing up Vi's paddling pool this afternoon and she had a good old splish about in the garden.

I suddenly had a weird flashback this evening, remembering Fun Filofaxes. I do believe that I had one. Why? Why the fuck did a little kid have a filofax, with pages full of useful information like Canadian National Holidays, the British Monarchs since William the Conquerer and a map of the London Underground? I have an abiding memory of Blue Peter teaching us how to make one out of flocked wallpaper or some Godawful 80s shit pretty much every week. Seriously - can anyone explain to me why we were supposed to all find these so very invaluable? Or were we all just emulating the contemptable honking adults who carried one, in which case I might have to invent a time machine, go back to the late 80s and give my 9-year-old self a smack.

EDIT - that's a good emoticon of Eric for 'Hot'! Look at that Bicep! Aah, the artists liked to spoil us ladies every once in a blue moon...

Babe is still Under The Weather. I suspect new teeth, although I haven't been able to feel any yet. That or a cold, since she's very chesty today.

Ye Gods, they really should put an upper age limit on the Playgym! It was rammed today, with lots of kids who were much too old for it since it's 1/2 Term. Not talking Old Old, but 5, 6 & 7 year olds trying to play with equipment set up for toddlers and understandably getting bored and just pegging it around. Not the best idea when there's loads of crawling and wobbly-walking babies about. The Bully was there too. The Bully (and his Mum) piss the crap out of me. No idea what his name is, but he's about two and he's a proper little thug, and on the very rare occasions that his mum is actually within sight of him when he starts being aggressive towards littler kids she still doesn't intervene. I *should* know this kid's name, because he's always at S&S and playgym being a thug, so I *should* hear cries of "Insert-name-here, stop doing that", "play gently, Whatisyourname" and so forth every couple of seconds. I've seen this kid trip other kids up, snatch what they're playing with, push them, hit them, reduce them to crying fits and Mum does absolutely fuck all. Just waits for the bullied kid's parents to remove them from the situation. I've had to tell him off for trying to hit Vivi in the past, which mortified me, but his Mum was nowhere in sight at the time. Anyway, Vi was having a whale of a time running around with a shuttlecock in each hand this morning, the bully decided he was going to snatch them but Vi, bless her to smithereens, thought it was a game! She can properly run now - outrun him, anyway, so she'd wander close to him, staring at him, he'd try to grab her shuttlecocks, she'd turn around and peg it away from him, he'd give up then she'd go back. It. Was. Brilliant.

It's Friday, thank Crunchie, so a chilled night with some pear cider for me (they sell it in 4-pack cans these days! JOY!)

Oh, and Hubs very kindly emailed a screencap from our childhoods that gave us both the fear summat rotten. Anybody remember a character called Noseybonk on Take Hart/Hartbeat?



Absolutely knicker-shitting fucking terrifying. He looks like a Droog. I can picture him battering a woman to death with a dildo while humming 'Ode To Joy' to himself. All that Art loving kids these days have to put up with is their televisual heroes scooting off to hang themselves in train stations. We had Neil Buchanan's mullet and this crap to contend with! It's a wonder we're not all completely warped.

Oh dear God! An old college friend has put a photo up on faceachebook of me at the legendary Rock City back in 97 (or 98, I'm not quite sure). Here's 17-year-old me - I have absolutely no idea who those people are I'm with!



Please note: real men's army trousers from an Army Surplus Store, with wallet shoved in leg pocket creating attractive bulge. This, in addition to my Biker Dyke 'inferno' Going Out Top, short hair and evident lack of make-up (I would have worn some going out - it must be the end of the night and I've drank and sweated it all off) creates, shall we say, a rather Masculine look. I'm trying to tell myself that it was simply that androgyny was very fashionable during the mid-late 90s Indie scene, and not just that I used to go out every weekend looking like a bit of a lesbian.

...or words to that effect.
I have been abandonned this evening, Hubs has gone up to Smokey to watch a BAFTA preview screening of a fillum about Football Hooligans with his buddy, leaving me literally Holding The Baby.

Except that I'm not.

She nodded off properly at about half past the ten with me cuddling her as usual, and since there is no early-night-needing Hubby already in bed at this time I am introducing myself to a very odd new concept: Putting the baby down to sleep in her cot in the bedroom, unattended. Can't say I'm entirely comfortable with it, but she'll have to start going to bed alone before us at some point. All the doors are open and the house silent so I can hear if she cries, but still it feels rather odd.

Did my usual 'Husband away' thang - ie re-watching stuff that he's sick of - usually involving The Depp. Watched Sleepy Sleepy Hollow tonight... I do love Ichabod Crane. Another black of hair, brown of eye redeemed coward and social pariah. *Dreamy sigh*. Then decided to watch the glorious 'making of' footage on the Press gang DVD, which I haven't seen in ages. Cue lots of a very young La Reynolds grinning at the camera, improvising nonsense and generally seeking attention instead of saying anything sensible about the show whatsoever. *Another dreamy sigh*.

Also discovered how difficult it is to give a squiggly baby a bath when you don't have a second pair of hands to call upon and made Vi chuckle by singing 'For she's a silly old Mummy' to the tune of 'For he's a jolly good fellow' while changing her. Oh, and bought some classic mid 90s choons off Do You Like My Tight Sweater? by Moloko... yet another of my many teenaged posessions which went missing when my parents split. 'I dreamt that the Bogeyman went down on Mr Spock' and so on.

Look what I found - it's the Stonk! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BVIoCahD7yw

the video quality's really bad, you can't really tell who anybody is apart from a very embarrassed looking Mary Whitehouse Experience and Mr Bean, but still, this really takes me back to a more innocent time when kids records were kids records, damnit!

1st anniversary today! One whole year as a Wiffie! Went through wedding piccies today in the interest of Nostalgia. Aaah, what a lovely day we all had. We do have some lovely pictures from the tables - pissed mates & relatives in their Glad Rags playing with the table decorations (feathers - never has such a cheap accessory caused so much merriment!)

Anniversary dinner tonight (Marlowe's - same place as we had our 1st date... aaahh...) Hubby and I decided to write That Feature Film together (you know - the one that's going to make us all rich & famous). This is about the 10th time we've decided to Write That Feature Film Together. We never get past what we're going to write it about. Oh well, it's worth a try.

Beautiful day today - spent much of it watching the fishies in Westgate Gardens. Also, had a really tasty cocktail - Vodka, Cointreau, Kahula & blended icecream. Mmmm!