Blorp!

Well, another birthday passed in what is turning into the time of life where I feel old and regress to childhood.

The childhood bit was the Ben and Jerry Ice Cream Sundae (on Saturday) where much ice cream was eaten and much buzzy brain effects were appearing. There were children there riding the sucrose switchback, alternating between manic behaviour and diabetic shock. It was a great time though with lots of bands and sugar and sugar and sugar. That evening my husband exploded into high kick numbers and the rumba together with some manic poi dancing.

The old bit was the fact that Top of the Pops has finished. To be fair it was getting pretty ropey with teenage presenters showing off, as Time Out put it 'Ringtones you may know'. One particularly astute young man (who still boasts of his snog of Beyonce) upon seeing the Pink video 'Stupid Girls' (which I love as it lampoons the tits and arse shaking ladies, footballer wives and otherwise genetically human trophies that appear to represent women in the media these days,) described her as 'a bit butch' plainly missing the point and horrifying his female co-presenter. Anyway, Sir Jimmy Saville OPB (Old Peculiar Bugger) and a collection of people who nowadays would be far too old to appear on television aimed at young people (You don't want to tell them that they're mortal or will grow up or they'll stop buying the ringtones) presented a flashback episode with lots of jibes about fashion and haircuts etc. It was OK but a bit sad that something so ingrained on your brain after 34 years is just whimpering off into the corner to die. Of course I did think Doctor Who had done the same but fortunately not.

The Birthday bit was having friends around me, which is always a joy. The Lady had us over for Dodgy Pizza Hut Pizza and anaemic turd ice cream. It was much appreciated with the weather being so hot. And there was much making of merry. Then on Sunday we went out to The Little Apple in Kennington where Dave treated us to a lovely Sunday lunch which I am still suffering.

And of course my Husband who made it special, despite the injuries and burns he sustained over the weekend.

Feeling Hot, hot, hot

Oh dear God. The temperature is, again, rocketing in London and Nitrogen Dioxide is at dangerous levels. It’s London in the summer. We’re perpetually cursed with the location of the city (being surrounded on all sides by hills and sea) effectively trapping all the heat and nasties in with us. And what with the expected temperature increase over the next few years we’ll be up to our armpits in the mire. Of course, it’s at this time of year that people get less pleasant. I have to say I do have to bite back the urge to cudgel people to death on the street as they stop dead in the middle of their street, their children in tow and their Special Brew in hand as some pointless piece of glitter attracts their dull, vacuous eyes as, again, they are enticed into buying some unneccesary piece of excrement on the basis that it will make their pointless existence more endurable.

While I wait behind them for some synapses to spark into life to move them out of the way. This can take some time.

It does get me when you see people entranced by things in shop windows. Poverty is truly not being unable to get food; it’s now that you can’t get a DVD player.

Gosh! I don’t know where that came from!

Bloody Hell! Blood and Sand! Owwww!

Well a quick lunch today to catch up with this. Nothing spectacular apart from some pain. I stopped to chat in the street with a work colleague. We were not obstructing the pavement indeed we'd pulled into the 6 inch wide shade of the building to talk. We were chatting pleasantly when a wheelchair containing someone the size of Canterbury Cathedral ran over my foot. A skill in itself as I had my feet facing forward. A couple of kids on bikes had stopped just behind me so the wheelchair had to circumnavigate the bikes, which I was unaware of. However rather than say "excuse me" the woman pushing the wheelchair had just pushed it over my foot. She then had the cheek to say sorry and said, "if they'd moved their bikes it'd never have happened". Somehow her pushing it over my feet was their fault, rather than hers for not bothering trying to ask us to move.

And now I just want to slap everyone!

Party, Party, Party,Party, Party, Party, Party, Party, Party, Oh God!

This weekend is the Ben and Jerry's Sundae on Clapham Common http://www.benjerry.co.uk/(now on Saturday too!) Which should be good for a laugh. On Sunday this is followed by Carnaval Del Pueblo - Europe's largest Latin American festival http://www.carnavaldelpueblo.co.uk/ which should make sure that our weekends are apropriately filled. I have a feeling I may need 6 months to recover!

Party, Party, Party

Our birthday has come. We are older, We are not a grandmother! Yes it's our 34th birthday and I feel good. A party of the usual suspects turned up to food, drink and merry making. And all enjoyed themselves on pain of death. There was some performance from my sister and hubby and many enjoyed the chilled boudoir with it's aircon and comfy seating.