I usually try to avoid posting cute pictures of my pets. But, what the hell, it’s nearly Xmas, and it’s snowing! And if there’s one thing scaredy dog Spud loves: it’s snow. Awww! About these ads
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I blame Tim Footman for this, because if he hadn’t blogged his results from UrlAi.com, a site “that claims to be able to analyse the text of a blog and extrapolate the gender, age and general mood of the author” I’d never have known about it, and what’s more, I’d never have been tempted to try it. But try it I did. And here are my results: “toomuchtosayformyself.com is probably written by a female somewhere between 66-100 years old. The writing style is personal and upset most of the time.” Great, that’s cheered me up no end. Thanks for that Tim.
I hate cooking, with a vengeance, hence my standard reply of “shit from the freezer” when my poor unfortunate offspring ask what gastronomic delights I have in store for them on any particular day; and yet for some completely inexplicable reason I came back from France on Sunday night (where we stayed in the same place as last year, so I won’t bore you with the details or the holiday snaps) with a sodding crepe pan. And not just any old crepe pan I hasten to add, but a crepe pan that’s so fucking heavy I’m going to be in serious danger of breaking my wrist if I ever attempt to use it. What can I say: it was the last day of the…
When I was doing the grocery shopping the other day I ordered us a pizza for our tea tonight. (Yes, mea culpa, I do my grocery shopping online. That’s ‘cos I hate shopping in shops: I hate shopping for clothes, I hate shopping for shoes, but most of all, I really really hate shopping for food.) So anyway, while I was scrolling through the interminable list of food products, randomly clicking the “buy” button next to the exact same things I buy every other bloody week (imaginative cooking is not my forte ok), I saw that Tesco was selling something called a “World Cup cheese feast pizza”. “Oooh”, I thought, without even bothering to read the product information, “a new pizza, that’ll make a…
…..Aren’t those hot cross buns?
