The time has come to follow my dream, one I think is manageable alongside real work and one that I need to try! I long to be a children's illustrator, I think I have what it takes and it would hurt noone to try, so this is the next project I'm working on, illustration...now all I need is a story! That, will be infinitely more difficult. If you have a story that needs some illustration, let me know aye? :D
x
Tuesday, 16 March 2010
Sunday, 7 March 2010
Queen of the Green...Pub Golf and the hideous aftermath
Yesterday evening me and the other half ventured out in our golfing attire to play a spot of pub golf with Westbury Hockey Club.
For those of you who've never heard of Pub Golf, essentially it's drinking to get bladdered, not entirely pleasant to be frank with you, but something to do all the same.
There weren't 18 'holes' mecifully, but just six, the holes beings pubs, and the aim of the game to drink the stated beverage in as fewer sips a possible. You have a partner to drink with you so you choose between two drinks. The drinks were:
Pub 1: 2x Girder Shandies
Pub 2: 2x Addlestons Cider...though they didn't have any so for some demented reason we had Jaques instead which is more than a pint and wrote me off pretty promptly.
Pub 3: 1x Guinness and 1xPort...friendly advice: never EVER down Port if you know what's good for you.
Pub 4:2x Bottles of Heineken and to donate money to the charity of the pubs choice...a worthy cause, and a beverage not designed to kill you.
Pub 5: 1x Blueberry Vodka, 1x Tiger Beer...good band too.
Pub 6: 2x...to be honest I don't remember. By this stage I was pretty worse for wear.
It was not the best night, I enjoyed the Monopoly Pub Crawl much more so, but it was an experience and lessons have been learned (Remember: Never EVER down port).
This was all last night, so unsurprisingly after the walk home alone and the waiting for someone to let me in and nodding off outside the front door, I don't feel it was one of my finest appearances, and, as I say every weekend 'I'm never EVER drinking again.'
For those of you who've never heard of Pub Golf, essentially it's drinking to get bladdered, not entirely pleasant to be frank with you, but something to do all the same.
There weren't 18 'holes' mecifully, but just six, the holes beings pubs, and the aim of the game to drink the stated beverage in as fewer sips a possible. You have a partner to drink with you so you choose between two drinks. The drinks were:
Pub 1: 2x Girder Shandies
Pub 2: 2x Addlestons Cider...though they didn't have any so for some demented reason we had Jaques instead which is more than a pint and wrote me off pretty promptly.
Pub 3: 1x Guinness and 1xPort...friendly advice: never EVER down Port if you know what's good for you.
Pub 4:2x Bottles of Heineken and to donate money to the charity of the pubs choice...a worthy cause, and a beverage not designed to kill you.
Pub 5: 1x Blueberry Vodka, 1x Tiger Beer...good band too.
Pub 6: 2x...to be honest I don't remember. By this stage I was pretty worse for wear.
It was not the best night, I enjoyed the Monopoly Pub Crawl much more so, but it was an experience and lessons have been learned (Remember: Never EVER down port).
This was all last night, so unsurprisingly after the walk home alone and the waiting for someone to let me in and nodding off outside the front door, I don't feel it was one of my finest appearances, and, as I say every weekend 'I'm never EVER drinking again.'
Sunday, 28 February 2010
Sew what if I'm fabricated!?
Outwardly I seem to be an upstanding member of society (bwa ha ha ha ha ha ha, indeed) but I hold a terrible secret. I'm addicted to fabric. More accurately, I'm addicted to dress making.
Since I started dress making I have paused only briefly to decide the next paper pattern, the next fabric pattern, load the sewing machine, iron a hem.
There are some amazingly beautiful fabrics in fabric shops and on Ebay, and for as little as £1.50 a metre.
Seriously, it's not as cheap as Primark but it's certainly cheaper than Top Shop and you can wear one of your own personal creations and people won't say 'Ah I have that dress' or indeed 'You got that in...*insert highstreet store here*'
Equally, if you've done it properly, it'll be a better quality and last longer than cheap and nasty stuff, and it will be 100% yours.
And when someone says 'Wow I love your dress' theres nothing more satisfying than saying 'Ah thanks, I made it myself!'
My next project is a 1950's style swing dress with a fantastic neckline...if only royal mail would deliver the pattern faster!
So if you have the means, give it a go, you wont regret it.
x
x
Since I started dress making I have paused only briefly to decide the next paper pattern, the next fabric pattern, load the sewing machine, iron a hem.
There are some amazingly beautiful fabrics in fabric shops and on Ebay, and for as little as £1.50 a metre.
Seriously, it's not as cheap as Primark but it's certainly cheaper than Top Shop and you can wear one of your own personal creations and people won't say 'Ah I have that dress' or indeed 'You got that in...*insert highstreet store here*'
Equally, if you've done it properly, it'll be a better quality and last longer than cheap and nasty stuff, and it will be 100% yours.
And when someone says 'Wow I love your dress' theres nothing more satisfying than saying 'Ah thanks, I made it myself!'
My next project is a 1950's style swing dress with a fantastic neckline...if only royal mail would deliver the pattern faster!
So if you have the means, give it a go, you wont regret it.
x
x
Thursday, 11 February 2010
Pilates is good but pie and lattes is better...
Recently, my delightful mother has decided it would be good if she took up Pilates, but wouldn't it be ultimately more epic if she roped me in aswell? So, dutifully I finished work and legged it with ridiculous speed to my first pilates class on Wednesday night.
I was quite chuffed in many ways because I thought it would add to my bouldering ability, what I didn't expect was for the back of my legs to cramp up so much that I'd be writhing around on my Pilates mat like I was wrestling an invisible alligator, and also that if you can't scream when you have cramp it hurts infinitely more. My teacher reliably informs me that this regularly happens if you haven't done it before...oh good.
I concede that I learned a lot, and that it would be beneficial in the long run...pretty fortunate really since my Mum so thoughtfully signed me up for a terms worth of classes. Mondays bouldering, wednesdays Pilates, anyone want to add to my weeks work out?!
x
I was quite chuffed in many ways because I thought it would add to my bouldering ability, what I didn't expect was for the back of my legs to cramp up so much that I'd be writhing around on my Pilates mat like I was wrestling an invisible alligator, and also that if you can't scream when you have cramp it hurts infinitely more. My teacher reliably informs me that this regularly happens if you haven't done it before...oh good.
I concede that I learned a lot, and that it would be beneficial in the long run...pretty fortunate really since my Mum so thoughtfully signed me up for a terms worth of classes. Mondays bouldering, wednesdays Pilates, anyone want to add to my weeks work out?!
x
Wednesday, 10 February 2010
You've been talking in your sleep...
Lately, I seem to have reached the other side of crazy and started talking in my sleep. If that wasn't sad enough I'm talking about work in my sleep.
My better half has reliably informed me that the other night I said a boys name three times in a weird voice. Fortunately my subconscious saw fit not to make the following morning too impossible by finishing up with 'the happiest baby in the woorrrrrrrrllllld'. Grivens, I may incriminate myself for crimes I have not committed!
Something I'd like to know, why isn't crimes spelt with a b like climbs? Answers on a postcard...
x
My better half has reliably informed me that the other night I said a boys name three times in a weird voice. Fortunately my subconscious saw fit not to make the following morning too impossible by finishing up with 'the happiest baby in the woorrrrrrrrllllld'. Grivens, I may incriminate myself for crimes I have not committed!
Something I'd like to know, why isn't crimes spelt with a b like climbs? Answers on a postcard...
x
Saturday, 6 February 2010
OooooOOoo...Technologique!
It would seem that this all has become a little technical, I have a blogsite of my very own! Whatever next? To be fair, it's just another individual airing views about random things people have no previous opinion on or experience of, but hey, I'll give it a bash.
Basically, I need to try lots of new things, my new things list has been exhausted, so let me know your hobbies so I can give them a go please! That'd be epic! Then I can do them and review them. What do you mean why? Why not, I say!
x
Basically, I need to try lots of new things, my new things list has been exhausted, so let me know your hobbies so I can give them a go please! That'd be epic! Then I can do them and review them. What do you mean why? Why not, I say!
x
Old Skool: The Monopoly Pub Crawl
The Monopoly Pub Crawl
Oct. 26, 2009
Good Evening,
I have returned from our nations capital, tired and defeated! We got to pub 21 and then they all shut at eleven, dammit!
Anyway, the Monopoly pub crawl works much like this;
Yoy get yourself a list of all the streets on the monopoly board, then go to each one and buy a drink or munchies in a pub/bar/hotel/cafe/newsagent (if the situation get's critical) or indeed go to a pub in an adjoining street! This also counts for stations but not the utilities, luckily!
Anyroad, we did ours over a weekend because neither of us had the inclination to do it in one day and get up at 10am.
Day One:
I arrived at the Hilton and parked my car in the carpark (don't get me started on this, £60 parking!) and checked in and what have you. Threw bag into hotel room, armed myself with my official Monopoly pub crawl paperwork, the book of '101 Things to Do Before You Die' , a fujifilm instax camera and a camcorder, which made for hilarious fun, 'Challenge Anika' style running through various tube tunnels. We didn't do the crawl in order, we did it the way it suggested on the website. So we started with 'The George' on Old Kent Road and then tubed it to Fenchurch Station, but were met with disaster as the Fen was closing! So we went to Upper Crust and bought a bacon Sandwich, it's a hard life but I try not to weeken. Anyways this was our only setback and things got easier from then on. Finished at 11 and went back to the hotel and had a Bellini (drink of the God's...and Venice) so big win. Also ordered pizza on room service; de-ca-dent!
Day Two:
Woke up fairly early to have an argument about Daylight Savings Time, because I didn't know the clocks were going back, but was glad of the hour extra. Anyways, today we started with Mayfair, then Parklane, then Piccadilly, all of them surprisingly alright in terms of pricing. Also bought a hat, hurrah! We were a little mystified on Pall Mall as there was a pub sign but no pub to speak of, literally an 'A' board with nothing behind it, was really peculiar! We got a good rhythm going until we tried to get the tube to Blackfriars after Northumberland Avenue, but we found Fleet Street in the end. Due to the amount of drink and walking, conversation got all philosophical and when we stopped for dinner on trafalgar square we talked for far to long (a very good conversation though!) and badly cut into crawling time. Anyway, we finished up at 'The Comedy' on Coventry Street at 11pm and thus we were out of time, out of will and out of balance!
We hopped into a black cab and had a rant about 24 hour traffic wardens, as I saw one and was utterly disbelieving, and blogged a bit, then we were back and passing out from too much drink. The end.
In conclusion, it was a jolly weekend but you have to be ridiculously strict with yourself if you hope to accomplish it! And since I don't like to take anything too seriously, we bailed out terribly, but it was one helluva ride on the way! :D
xxx
PS. Never drive to London. Failing that, never drive to London for a pub crawl, so that you can use the last day to finish it off!
Oct. 26, 2009
Good Evening,
I have returned from our nations capital, tired and defeated! We got to pub 21 and then they all shut at eleven, dammit!
Anyway, the Monopoly pub crawl works much like this;
Yoy get yourself a list of all the streets on the monopoly board, then go to each one and buy a drink or munchies in a pub/bar/hotel/cafe/newsagent (if the situation get's critical) or indeed go to a pub in an adjoining street! This also counts for stations but not the utilities, luckily!
Anyroad, we did ours over a weekend because neither of us had the inclination to do it in one day and get up at 10am.
Day One:
I arrived at the Hilton and parked my car in the carpark (don't get me started on this, £60 parking!) and checked in and what have you. Threw bag into hotel room, armed myself with my official Monopoly pub crawl paperwork, the book of '101 Things to Do Before You Die' , a fujifilm instax camera and a camcorder, which made for hilarious fun, 'Challenge Anika' style running through various tube tunnels. We didn't do the crawl in order, we did it the way it suggested on the website. So we started with 'The George' on Old Kent Road and then tubed it to Fenchurch Station, but were met with disaster as the Fen was closing! So we went to Upper Crust and bought a bacon Sandwich, it's a hard life but I try not to weeken. Anyways this was our only setback and things got easier from then on. Finished at 11 and went back to the hotel and had a Bellini (drink of the God's...and Venice) so big win. Also ordered pizza on room service; de-ca-dent!
Day Two:
Woke up fairly early to have an argument about Daylight Savings Time, because I didn't know the clocks were going back, but was glad of the hour extra. Anyways, today we started with Mayfair, then Parklane, then Piccadilly, all of them surprisingly alright in terms of pricing. Also bought a hat, hurrah! We were a little mystified on Pall Mall as there was a pub sign but no pub to speak of, literally an 'A' board with nothing behind it, was really peculiar! We got a good rhythm going until we tried to get the tube to Blackfriars after Northumberland Avenue, but we found Fleet Street in the end. Due to the amount of drink and walking, conversation got all philosophical and when we stopped for dinner on trafalgar square we talked for far to long (a very good conversation though!) and badly cut into crawling time. Anyway, we finished up at 'The Comedy' on Coventry Street at 11pm and thus we were out of time, out of will and out of balance!
We hopped into a black cab and had a rant about 24 hour traffic wardens, as I saw one and was utterly disbelieving, and blogged a bit, then we were back and passing out from too much drink. The end.
In conclusion, it was a jolly weekend but you have to be ridiculously strict with yourself if you hope to accomplish it! And since I don't like to take anything too seriously, we bailed out terribly, but it was one helluva ride on the way! :D
xxx
PS. Never drive to London. Failing that, never drive to London for a pub crawl, so that you can use the last day to finish it off!
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