recent observations over a bank holiday weekend:

there should be more of ioan gruffudd. a lot more.

putting a george lazenby bond film on easter monday is just not on. he’s not bond, he disgraces the very name of bond.

I have lost my cd of the white album. so I listened to it on vinyl. there is not enough vinyl.

observant semitic children really get swizzled out of easter, which coincides with passover, as the no chocolate thing means no easter eggs. I was a deprived child.

the clocks going forward also swizzles you out of an hour’s sleep. bastards.

there is also a lot to be said for more nina simone, dinah washington, frank sinatra and marvin gaye. listen and learn.

overheard: our highly religious, not-at-all irreverent, passover seder

“if the lord managed to deliver us from egypt and across the red sea, why couldn’t united win against middlesbrough?”

“because he delivered us from bondage”

“hehehehe, bondage, heheheheh”

I ask you!

random fact about me that recently became true and is unlikely to be true for many people:

I have fireproof underwear. just call me flame girl.

(if you really want to know why, ask)

well, looks like we’re back online. had a bit of a tidy-up, bit of a work-round, a lot of time off. the bitch is back, though not as you know her. prosey doesn’t seem to work – neither the time, nor, frequently the inclination.

so instead. short. sweet. bite-size. bitch. welcome back, baby!