Nowt But Hellmans

Stuff what I feels like writing that no one else will actually read..or should that be reed? I'm going back to the pond....RIBBIT

Friday, March 3

ungrateful bastard

Last night, we heard an unfamiliar squeak. So I (yes just me, the other one is a wuss) walked into the bathroom, (where our cat knows to go if bringing home live food - clever isn't he?!) and there was Nutmeg with a large mouse. It was very large. I was very impressed. But then I realised that Nutmeg was actually a little wary of it. So I told the other one to come and have a look because I thought it was funny that the cat was scared of it's dinner. So she warily came to look and promptly ran away screaming 'That's no mouse, that's a rat' Huh. Who knew?

Well, I don't know much about rats. I didn't know they bit things. I got Nutmeg out of the bathroom though because by this point he was jumping every couple of seconds because he was being bullied by this rat. I was now equipped with heavy duty garden gloves and lots of plastic bags. I admit to thinking that this was all a bit unnecessary but I went about trying to catch the bugger nevertheless. (On my own I'll hasten to add - the other one was on the other side of the door telling me to keep my gloves on. As I said, wuss.)

They jump high don't they? He tried to bite me and a few times he nearly succeeded in biting off my face. He did bite my hand once but naturally he didn't get past the gloves. Which was good. So then I tried a different tactic and tried to get him to go into the plastic bags. He wouldn't, but then I put one over the one he was sitting on and he burrowed into it - and I grabbed and held on. Hard bit over. Went to the front door, emptied the bag and thought that he would be grateful for being rescued and scamper away. Nope. He came back for more. He tried to bite me again and then he started going for my feet. So I escaped back into the house and retreated to the nearest corner to have a nervous breakdown.

So I'm asking please, if anyone knows that piper's mobile number I'd be eternally grateful, just incase another one makes it's way into the house.

Monday, February 20

Who nicked our gate?

Somebody stole our gate.

It wasn't a particularly nice gate, but it tidied up the fence and path and such, and it pulled the house together quite nicely. Who the hell would want to steal a gate? It wasn't even a nice gate. It was bright orange (well it was the nasty cheap varnished beech wood you can get) and very bog standard.

We have our ideas, it was either somebody collecting trophies like you do with traffic cones and the like, or some cheapskate who needed a gate or his sorry ass would get kicked by the missus.

Who knows.

Friday, February 3

Adam Rickett is a nob

Did anyone else watch question time last night? Oh it was a hoot! For a start it was in Wales. This isn't funny in itself of course, but the fact that most of the people there spoke with English accents was. But anyway back to the point.

Adam Rickett was part of the panel. Who I hear you ask is he? He's the twit who plays Sarah's big brother in Corrie that's who he is. What the hell was he doing on question time? Also, he needs to get a suit that fits him because he was drowning in his. He looked like those dudes at the end of Beetlejuice whose heads had shrunk.

So back to the point again....Rhodri Morgan was talking and going off on his own tangent about Rwanda (saying that what happened would happen over here because of the BNP dude getting let off) and Adam Rickett interrupted him and said: (Are you ready now?!) 'Yes but this isn't about the Hutsies and Tutsies or whatever you called them..'

Would you like to reread that incredible sentance? I couldn't believe my ears. First off I was shocked and outraged (ok so I'm exaggerating a bit) because he couldn't be bothered to get it right, and then I was a tad surprised that he didn't know the proper names because it's within my living memory so it's definitely within his. And then I laughed. I couldn't stop. I even woke up the one I live with because I was in hysterics.

so to sum up what we already knew anyway. Adam Rickett is a prize berk.

My beautiful boy graduated!

I'm talking Sims 2 language you understand...

His name is Marcus and he was my first uni dude. He studied maths and passed with honours! Woo! The funniest thing was though right at the beginning one of his aspirations was to make it onto 'Dean's list' I spent aaaaggggeeesss looking for someone in his dorm called Dean. Stupid woman.

So after many semesters of blowing bubbles, making cool dinners and generally having a dudefester time of it, it's time to grow up properly. *sniff sniff*

Tuesday, January 31

Ugh. It's all going downhill

When we moved to South Harrow, I thought it was ace. The best thing since sliced bread. (I could be exaggerating a tad) That was mainly because we have the coolest house ever though...and the biggest jungle/garden.

I know it's not the best place but it seemed friendly, and it wasn't as nasty as Wembley Central and it had a Sainsburys not an Asda (sorry but the fruit and veg are vile.) It also had the titchiest library ever (maybe) and some cool shops. It wasn't the bee's knees but it wasn't bad.

Within the last two months or so however some other shops have opened. One is a pawnbrokers. Hmm. What a good idea, instead of teaching people how to budget properly and live without things let's tell them it's a good idea to get rid of their valuables for a quick fix solution.

Now, there is a shop called 'Bargain Booze' Hmm, we can sure get some quality wine from there. I just am a bit fed up with people taking the piss out of our local area and saying its full of no hopers and is a dive. Firstly its NORTHOLT that is full of no hopers (the place at the end of our road) and secondly - you want a dive? Go to Hayes. grr.

I shall stop moaning. It's always better in the summer. When is that again? Oh yes in another 10 yrs....Oh yes, hello, I'm back.

Monday, September 19

beam me up scottie



An impassioned commander with more respect for individuals than for authority, you have a no-holds-barred approach to life and its obstacles.
"I don't believe in the no-win scenario"

Sunday, September 18

Oooh - so old?!!

You Are 28 Years Old - How old are you?



You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences

Thursday, July 14

The meaning of Gormless

So last night I was watching Big Brother (as you do) and Eugene said that he had looked up the word gormless in the dictionary and there wasn't a meaning other than 'derived from the word gaum'. Well there's a challenge, so I got up and bonded with my dictionary and lo and behold it says:

'gormless - lacking of sense or initiative. Originating C18, from the word gaum'

so what kind of crap arsed dictionary was he reading?!!