Spending 15 minutes pretending you’re not hungover on the radio is not the best way to recover from a party. The fact I’ve lost count of how many times i’ve done this over the years means I should possibly reconsider my Friday night activities or my Saturday morning football analysis.
Chances are I’ll keep doing both though.
Amazing mirrored sculptures of humans and animals created by talented Scottish artist Rob Mulholland.
Mirrored life-size figures blend into surrounding environment and reflect the constant flux of movement day by day.
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scrolling down this was probably my most rewarding experience of 2013 so far..
I actually thought I was upside down
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Thought you might appreciate this shirt :D
http://www.qwertee.com/product/this-is-england/
It has just occured to me that I do not own a plate.
I’m making soup at the house I have just moved into for a few weeks and as I pulled out the bowl for said soup I realized I did not own a plate. I own a mug, I own glass Port sippers but not a plate. I’ve climbed mountains, I’ve travelled the hemispheres, met royalty, performed Shakespeare and yet I do not own a plate. It strikes me as being odd. Should I own one? It feels like I should own one.
Just a thought.
For those who don’t get the joke, that wizard in the bottom gif is played by Sylvestor McCoy aka the Seventh Doctor.
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I like Saturday mornings. They’re full of potential and seemingly always promise a good day weather-wise. I may be wrong (in fact I almost certainly am) but I can’t recall waking up on a Saturday morning to see lashings of rain battering the windows. It’s Saturday morning right now, as I write. It’s sunny with a slight breeze. They’ll be football on the television tonight, sadly not my beloved Manchester United but I’ll be watching nonetheless. I’m about to make myself a cup of tea, the house is quiet and I have nothing planned at all. The day is mine.
But a small slither of my mind reminds me of something. This is the last Saturday I shall have in this house. We’re moving out this week after five and a half years (and approximately 280 Saturdays) of living here. Whilst we are moving into a house that is going to be lovely, it doesn’t detract from the fact that I am leaving somewhere that I like and am very comfortable with. I shall miss the Saturday mornings in particular.
Change is ever-present in life and it can be for the good, perspective allowing. Next Saturday will be quite a change as I shall be in Malaysia, not Australia. I am not moving there I should probably say, I’m still going to be living in the Lost Continent. I am just having a little Shakespeare based holiday which I’ll explain more in the coming days. I wonder if I will feel the same about Saturday mornings there.
If you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a cup of tea to make. After all, the day is mine.
So I am sure a lot of you will be aware of the absurdly talented Nick Pitera, the one man musical. Well, he’s at it again! Here is his one man ‘Les Miserables’ video. Briliant stuff.
