tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51005062011-11-08T22:50:18.425ZOlulabelle thinks a lot about writing, writes a lot about thinking and wishes she was better at both of them.Olulabellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14624109722873757745noreply@blogger.comBlogger2671100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100506.post-61647593499209197652011-11-08T22:44:00.002Z2011-11-08T22:50:18.448Z

I wrote this for Dirty Bristow magazine. It's in issue 2, called 'Beast'.Most of the time as an adult woman with two children, when you tell people you rollerskate they laugh and then automatically tend to imagine glitter and 80's roller discos and leotards. Either that or they picture you careering down a hill as a child hanging off your sister's bike, wearing a set of four wheels on each of

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Flicking through some images on the internet I came across a piece of text on the side of something curved that I couldn't read completely. All I could read was:"evidently means rain at Mr Todd's."I'm writing it here so I remember it because I want to use it in some sort of piece of jewellery.

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I've lost all my comments here on my blog when it got transferred over to blogger from my old site. I don't know why that matters, other than that it makes me feel like I am somehow more real; when actual other people comment.Having said that lots of the time it was a shitstorm about feminism, or more often than that just silly abuse. So perhaps this is better. Just me, talking into the

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This blog is now located at http://olulabelle.blogspot.com/. You will be automatically redirected in 30 seconds or you may click here. For feed subscribers, please update your feed subscriptions to http://olulabelle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default.

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On what the baby can sayThe baby can now say many words and so has decided that sentences are the only way forward. His version of a sentence needs some slight rearrangement ("Cup all gone, more cup?") but on the whole he's doing very well with the whole speaking thing.Given that he's only 18 months I think that being able to say, "My Daddy a man." is a grand achievement.In other news he has

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A really cool woman that I know slightly via the internet (and who also loves roller derby) divides her life up into segements. She has work, play, hobby and pastime. Within those categories she places all the things she does; roller derby comes under play, work is office but also laundry, pastime is watching lost. So that's very organised, but she also says that she has whittled her life

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Flying a Kite by Rebecca ElsomIt seems to me the kiteHas all the fun,The view,The weightlessnessThe wind,Ecstatic shudders,Tail streaming out,The urging higher,The exhilarating dives,And me down here,Left holding the string.

Olulabellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14624109722873757745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100506.post-5826406296300972012009-12-01T21:30:00.003Z2009-12-01T21:35:30.366Z

The Early Learning Centre have recently introduced a policy of gender branding the packaging and the colour of their toys, producing things in two colour waves, pink (for the girls) and blue (for the boys). I am supporting the Pink Stinks campaign group http://www.pinkstinks.co.uk/ in their boycott of the Early Learning Centre and I am posting my intial letter to the company here:Dear Customer

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The baby has decided that crawling and walking are not worth learning and that movement by Mummy is the way forward. He has taken to waving his arms in the air and pointing at me until I pick him up and then pointing imperiously towards the way he wants to go and saying, 'Dat!' in a commanding voice. This is often accompanied by kicking of his legs on my hips, much like you would get a horse to

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On the dire thing that is Secondary School Transfer.Lately we've been navigating the murky waters of lake 'School Applications', something which has not been pleasant. We have planned and tested and practiced and crossed our fingers but all our scheming has not worked and it appears we have now sprung a leak and are rapidly sinking into the mire.This manifests itself in the form of living six

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Governemntal Hypocrisy.The government provides Healthy Start vouchers to the tune of £5 per week for the purchase of fruit and vegetables for my baby (or me and my baby when I am breastfeeding, which I still partly am because he's only six months old.) These vouchers are for anyone who is in receipt of Child Tax Credit only, and is on Jobseekers Allowance or Income Support and has an income of

Olulabellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14624109722873757745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100506.post-54615541500941770322009-01-11T19:53:00.002Z2009-01-11T20:02:04.567Z

I've been blogging since 2002, I've amassed a good deal of writing but I've done it quietly and off the the side. I haven't been all big in the blog community and I haven't got a whole heap of regular readers. I haven't really cared about that till now, but recently people I know who've been blogging for a much shorter time than me have been all proactive and involved and now I feel like I've

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On deliberately making yourself sad.Anyone who has broken up with someone, or who has experienced the death of a person they love knows very well how to do this. You play songs, very loudly, that make you cry, that have too much emotion attached to them, that take you to places you really shouldn't be. Often you do this when you've had too much to drink, which I have, and when you aren't

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On betrayalThis morning we went to the children's hospital because the baby has to have regular blood tests. He sat in the waiting room beaming at everyone and cooing and generally being charming and then we went into see the phlebotomist. In the children's hospital you have to follow footprints to either Room 1 or Room 2 when your turn comes for a blood test so we made our way to Room 2

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This person is the reason I have not been blogging much over the last four months:He is thirteeen weeks old, his name is Solomon and his nickname is Solly Boppit because he randomly waves his limbs in many different directions. The other day he slept through the night for the first time and I got all complacent, but then last night I was woken up every three hours. I am Lady Tired of

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On cloudsSometimes on occasional days when the Cumulus clouds were low on the horizon and the houses in front hid the place where they ended I used to pretend that I lived in a really mountainous place, like the Swiss Alps. I discovered that if you scrinched your eyes a little bit you could make the clouds become mountains and for a little while the place you live in suddenly because hugely

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Colour Theory for babiesI'm reading lots of papers about the theory of colour and the use of colour to stimulate psychologically helpful frames of mind because I'm about to paint the babies room. A colour called Baker-Miller pink is used to paint holding cells and prisons because it allegedly surpresses violent and aggressive behaviour. Young children in New Zealand showed greater physical

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I can't stop thinking about the dolphins at Percuil and what made them flee the deep water. I'm really sad about it.I spent all my summers at my Grandparents house as a child, very near to the Percuil river in a little village called Treverva. I know the area where they were stranded really well. I don't know why that makes things worse, but it really does.I'm angry with the navy because I

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Olulabellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14624109722873757745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100506.post-160223431675836092008-05-26T22:04:00.000Z2008-05-26T22:06:00.259Z

On words being twisted.A long time ago women used to be attended in birth by a group of close women friends called God-sibbs, sometimes translated as 'sisters of God'.Apparently, this gathering of women to give birth and assist each other has been distorted in the lens of time and became the root of the word 'gossip'.I feel cross that such a lovely thing has been so distorted.

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For crying out loud stop talking about babies Lula.I think I need to make little cards for everyone exempting them from having to listen to me boring on and on about babies. I think I might start to lose friends. I'm starting to bore myself.But the thing is, when you're this big, all you really can think about is how moving around is much more of a hassle than it should be, you're knackered all

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Amazement.This is a 4D scan of our 31 week old baby inside me. A lovely friend used up some favours and arranged for us to have a scan for free (they usually cost about £300 and people who have their babies privately have them done).Isn't it just totally gobsmacking?

Olulabellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14624109722873757745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100506.post-84721001851084314272008-03-29T13:01:00.003Z2008-03-29T15:00:31.089Z

Hey, Dollface.This is a Bratz doll:And she looks like she's had very bad cosmetic surgery. Dolls for children generally have idealised faces - pert noses, big eyes, the stereotype of perfect beauty. But how can bad cosmetic surgery have become the idea of perfection? Am I just being old and crabby and not seeing the inner beauty of having oversized blown up lips or something?I've currently got

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On not saying, "Hurry Up" all the time.When I was a little girl my Mum always used to say, "You've got two speeds, slow and stop." But I remember dashing about everywhere, always in a hurry.Now I find myself chivvying TLB along, "Come on, hurry up, get a move on."I know children have a tendency to dawdle and daydream, to stare out the window when they should be getting dressed but I don't think

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I don't understand how Easter works. Why do the dates keep changing? I think there is a person in an office somewhere, sticking a pin in a calendar with their eyes shut, going, "I would like Easter to be now".

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On why it is not OK to look pregnant when you are pregnant.I have discovered that the perception of feminine bodily perfection covers many stages of a woman's life and is not just limited to the youthful female form.Pregnancy, it seems, does not escape judgement. A pregnant woman should apparently put on very litte weight, carry her bump high, appear almost unpregnant from the back and have many

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The Lure of Money.I grew up with very little money. We skimped to buy things, we had second hard clothes, we didn't have fancy holidays. I had dinner tickets and vouchers from the government for school clothes. I was envious of the children who had money, of the ones who lived in fancy old houses with big gardens, even envious of the ones whose parents were probably only on average incomes

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My life has become a series of mad appointments happening one after another with very little time to breathe in between.And I've been gassing on LJ.But new year, new people, new resolution to keep up with writing here.I have a lot of things I want to write about. I just don't know what the point of this blog is anymore. Is it just reportage or is it for more creative writing?

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Absence makes the heart depart to a tiny room and sit gently in the corner. Possibly rocking.In my head there is a area which is specifically occupied with loving those whom I love. I do not need to command it, it just carries on, everyday, everynight, functioning efficently in order to be sure that the love continues. It's a little bit like a W.I. group. It's very good at making things remain

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On animals that know thingsPart Three.If you take a Queen Bee away from her hive, the bees that are left find one of her larvae and turn it into a new Queen. They do this by feeding the larvae royal jelly until they hatch. When this new Queen hatches she looks around for all the other larvae that could potentially become Queens and eats them all up.So the bees can make a Queen. presumably,

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On Animals That Know ThingsPart One:Guinea Pigs are afraid of aeroplanes. This is possibly because if you are a Guinea Pig an aeroplane looks very much like a Condor and a Condor to a Guinea Pig is a very scary thing indeed, owing in part to its tendency to be rather partial to Guinea Pig meat and in part to it's expert flying ability.My Mum's Guinea Pigs have never met a Condor, nor lived in a

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On things being A Long Way away.If you live in the country you grow up knowing that to get to the good places you have to travel A Long Way. You also know that A Long Way can mean up to twenty miles. For example, when I was a teenager (which was A Long Time Ago, never mind A Long Way) if you wanted to go shopping in Top Shop in Cambridge but you lived in a little village fifteen miles outside,

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Back once again...Well it's taken some time but I'm back on line with this little blog, just trying to work out now what to do with it. I think I want a site that contains everything, links to my Flickr account and a direct blog every day on the main page. Plus links to the jewellery and all sorts. That means changing my address and all sorts of complications. I might have to consult the Aunt

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I can't be doing with all this feeling sad about things. About inanimate objects and about nature programmes and when I hear music and anything sentimental. It seems as though a piece of me has been reprogrammed to blub at the slightest opportunity and it's very undignified and costing a lot in tissues.This evening we watched an ancient film called Silent Running. It was made in 1972 and it's

Olulabellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14624109722873757745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100506.post-1161986098217157382006-10-27T21:39:00.000Z2006-10-27T21:54:58.236Z

The things you find when you sort.Sometimes I think my Mum could give Mr Trebus a run for his money, so much stuff does she hoard. She keeps and keeps; empty tea light holders because she might refill them one day and weird looking screws and more seeds than perhaps even God had to start the world with. Every surface in her house has things on it, it's hard to find a space to put anything

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On looking forward to Autumn.For a while now Autumn has been in the back of my mind, looming like the sore patch before a spot comes and I haven't been looking forward to it. I've been watching the edges of the leaves brown, nothing seems to be alive in our garden anymore. This is an exaggeration because we've got slugs coming out of our ears and they must be eating something, but the garden

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On wishing my Dad was in the camera shop with me.I nearly lost it in the camershop when I went to buy my camera. You know when the tears suddenly rush itnto your eyes and you get a huge sob in your throat and you can't quite hold it in, so you end up making a horrible nggggh sound, well that happened. And I really felt overwhelmed with the choices and I wanted to wail, "I wish my Dad was here,

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The Hedgehog.Twenty days ago. The lovely boy and I are out cycling and we find a baby hedgehog right in the middle of the cycle path, in the middle of the day in the boiling hot sun. He isn't moving much and doesn't look very well and he has little white fly eggs all around his eye and his ear. We look at him for a bit and some people walk past and look at him too and then carry on. I ask one

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On standing by your own actions in body, mind and name.Dear anonymous person, I see your point, I do. You're right. I do feel guilty. I feel ashamed of myself and angry. I do not think I did a big or clever thing. I am not protesting 'too much', I am taking my punishment which includes the loss of my car and I have learned my lesson. The people I hit were not hurt, there were no 'crying

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Well I'm not going to prison. I've been banned from driving for a year and I've been fined.The car isn't repairable and the car man says I was lucky not to be more hurt. So now I owe money on finance for a car I no longer have because it wasn't insured.I'm glad I'm not going to prison. I shall be doing a lot of cycling. And to the person that made the anonymous comment hoping that I did go to

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The moral of the mysterious returning wallet.Well. He giveth, then he taketh away, and then he giveth again.A elderly asian gent knocked on our door yesterday and handed TBM back his wallet. Indside was everything, including the coin.TBM wept.The man's English was very limited, but apparently a child found it (in the vague direction points behind our house). I am so grateful for the lovely

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And the Award for 'Most Considered Football Cheer' goes to......the lovely boy for this one-breath gem today:"Come on England players but not David Beckham because he's doing really well already anyway and doesn't need my cheer, oh, maybe he does, come England players including David Beckham too, oh I'm out of breath now."****In local crime news;The police came late last night. You know the

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You are listening...You are listening to Radio Olulabelle, coming atcha from the arse-end of Birmingam.On offer tonight is outrage in the key of E.For those of you that do not know this piece I suggest you listen carefully, it may easily apply to you, for those of you that do, sing along as you wish.And you, you arrogant fuck, you opportunist, you, who came into my house and stole my phone, and

Olulabellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14624109722873757745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100506.post-1147131668973195282006-05-08T23:39:00.000Z2006-05-08T23:41:08.986Z

Women in Iraq TV Documentary and parrots that want to go to bed. There was a documentary on TV I wanted to watch about Iraqi women. I saw it advertised but I can't remember what channel it was on, or when. I don't know if I have missed it or it is soon. Wednesday rings some bells.Oh, how very annoying.TBM has gone on holiday to Skye. TLB thought he was going 'up in the sky' until I showed him

Olulabellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14624109722873757745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100506.post-1146174475235838602006-04-27T21:46:00.000Z2006-04-27T21:47:55.243Z

'Bollocks to Rules' in tree speak.Look at this lovely tree reclaiming itself, eating up this metal 'No Trespassing' sign.How ace is that?

Olulabellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14624109722873757745noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100506.post-1144713873194953612006-04-10T23:59:00.000Z2006-04-11T00:12:21.116Z

I'm so tired.I'm tired of the in-fighting. The arguments. I'm tired of finding out that my family are doing things together days after eveyone else knows, and I'm tired of finding out online, in the way that people find out the weather.I'm tired of having nowhere to call my own.I'm weary that I have the task of making everyone happy, yet seem to be responsible for none of it.I'd really like a

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Beware of the Orgs.TLB's Step-Gran gave him fifteen quids worth of book vouchers for Christmas and on Wednesday we went to Borders to spend them. He bought four books, three of which he chose, and one I found for him, called 'The Secret of Platform 13'.I told him that now that he was eight I trusted him to turn his own light off and that he could read for half an hour after going to bed. On the

Olulabellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14624109722873757745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5100506.post-1140832571041684912006-02-25T01:54:00.000Z2006-02-25T01:56:11.053Z

Doctoring CelebsThis site shows the retouching of tons of photographs of celebrities. Everyone knows about photoshop, but it's remarkable to see it so clearly delineated. There are a lot of images but I really recommend clicking through to see all the pictures. first click on "portfolio," then "before/after", then click the before button for each image to see what the artists have done to change

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Animal Happy Slapping.According to the BBC, yesterday some 'youths' dropped a cat repeatedly from a 5th floor window and filmed it on their mobile phone. A sort of animal happy-slap. News story here, if you want to read more.I don't understand how doing this sort of thing could possibly make anyone feel good, but it must have been 'fun' for them else they wouldn't have done it. Which means what

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On the film Mr and Mrs Smith and why it is, in the main, not funny.A funny thing about the film Mr and Mrs Smith:'The Tank' (geeky guy that everyone is trying to assasinate) is wearing a fight club T-shirt in the scene where Brad Pitt (aka Mr Smith) is interrogating him in the hotel room.Other things about the film Mr and Mrs Smith:I'm not sure I feel entirely comfortable with the

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BBC Climate Change Experiment.I've decided to stop running SETI for a short while and instead take part in the BBC distributed computing worldwide experiment to try and predict climate change. You can download the experiment which runs on BOINC software made by the University of California, Berkeley (responsible for SETI) here and run this experiment in the background whilst you go about your

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World's largest digging machine.

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Interesting fact number 285488292.There is more computing power in a single speaking birthday card than there was in the whole world in 1956.Courtesy of my ex-boss (the nice Stonehenge one).

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What I look at when I plan to talk to you.

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The Parrot can talk! Fawkes can say Hello, and he can blow kisses - three in a row in quick succession; kiss-kiss-kiss.He says 'Hello' like Terry Thomas, or maybe Leslie Phillips would, but with a lower voice. It's very funny. Now we're teaching him to say 'chip' when he wants a bit of boiled potato (chip is a bit easier to say than than boiled potato). I want him to learn the Archers theme tune

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More Jewellery

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I made this necklace for my sister. Commissions taken gladly!

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Revenge of James Lovelock?I've just heard James Lovelock on Start the Week talking about his new book Revenge of Gaia.He basically said that sinc we (the British) can't stop India, China and the United States from continuing their impact on global warming, our government would do better to concentrate on preparing flood defences for London and East Anglia than cutting down Britain's impact on

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What not to post on BarbelithIn relation to posting on Barbelith and the rules behind what should and shouldn't appear, see the following diagram:

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Beautiful Places I know Part 30405838.This is Threecliff Bay, in Wales. We went there at the weekend. It's now officially my favourite beach.And here is the silly dog, waiting for the beautiful man to throw the Frisbee.

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On London's whale and why it's not in fact exciting but actually unutterably sad.If the whale in the Thames doesn't find it's pod soon it's likely to become the equivalent of a Swedish tramp following your family around the park desperate to join you and shouting about it in a language you don't understand.Whales live in family groups or pods, and for a whale to become separated from it's pod is

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Test.

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Self Fulfilling Prophecies.They go like this:You think you're bad, you're stupid, fundamentally flawed. You're too self indulgent. You think no-one likes you. You have a constant fear of rejection.Therefore: You come across as sulky, self-indulgent, self-obsessed, mean.Therefore: People tend not to like you very much, to find you difficult.Therefore: You get rejected.Therefore: You prove to

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My hungry neighbours.The two Long-Eared Owl babies in my garden fledged a little while ago and now they're very noisy, playing and calling for food loudly in the trees. They don't go hoo-hooo, like you think owls do. They squeak. 'Eee-ip. Eee-ip'. Before I knew what kind of owl they were I thought they sounded like squeaky doors, and then when I looked them up in the book, it was easy to

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I think the Tooth Fairy might be overcharging.The lovely boy has got two wobbly teeth at the front on the bottom. Behind the wobbly ones is a big tooth coming through. I ask him what the Tooth Fairy's going rate is and he tells me she pays one pound per tooth, one pound fifty for a big one. Since I used to get twenty pence, that's a very high rate of inflation.In the bathroom this evening he

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'Everybody knows that the world is full of stupid people.'I don't think the 'Tard blog is funny. I wish I hadn't seen it, I certainly don't think it should be in the 'lovely links' thread on Lith and quite apart from anything else the word 'Tard' is a bit too near the word 'Turd' for my liking.This is not a snap judgement. I've just sat and read lots of the stories, read the hatemail and read

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On not talking about the only thing I am capable of thinking about. I'm tired of being unable to write here. I'm tired of the brief inanities that I can post. I'm tired of the lockdown, the impending showdown, the inevitable meltdown.I want to write about what is happening to us all because writing it out helps to work through it. But it's no good writing it and keeping it; it's the sending it

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On How A Bit Of Watering Does Wonders.My friend Nina on plants: "I always thought I was terrible with plants but then I started looking after the one in my old bathroom and it got much better."

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And the thing is,What is the thing?Is there a thing?Or just no thing?If there's no thing,Does it matter?And do I care,Either way, anyway?

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Guess The GoogleIf you do one thing today, let it be Guess-The-Google. Currently my personal best is 199.I am rubbish, but obsessed.

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"What's Wrong With A Few Wisps"?There's a minor flurry of debate on Barbelith about whether or not one should wax, shave, or basically delete one's pubic hair.Yesterday I neary took all the skin off my armpits whilst trying to wax them, I mean seriously. They're red-raw today and the pain of applying deoderant is almost akin to what I imagine it must be like to put a Styptic pencil on piles.

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SometimesSometimes I look at you and only recognise a tiny part of you. Sometimes I look at you and all I see is a stranger.Sometimes I talk to you and I feel like I'm speaking Croatian.Sometimes you look at me and all you can see is a woman you don't know, sitting in your room, drinking your alcohol and gibbering at you in a language you don't understand.Sometimes I turn to you only to find you

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Scary day tomorrow.Hoo-ha.And now the pathetic person who posts here calling himself 'smiler' has tired of abusing me about my writing and has instead ventured into the murky depths of personal comment about my physical appearance. Bingo Wings? Pah. Them are muscles. Oh yes they are.

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Suggestion or Premonition?So I'm doing the recycling and I climb up the big metal stairs and I get this sudden picture in my head of me dropping my car keys into the big skip for cardboard which is about 2 metres high.Then I drop my car keys into the big skip for cardboard which is about 2 metres high.I can see them. Nestling in the crumpled corner of a wet cardboard box. So I tell the

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On Obsessive Archery Type Behaviour, Part One.So the beautiful man and I have been doing archery with Puck as you know. And we like it so much we've finally bought our own bows, arrows, quivers, target and all the other gubbins you need to shoot. Interestingly, it takes two and a half hours to fit a beginner with their own bow because they're tailored to your height, the poundage you can pull,

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On Labour not representing what I think it does.I (along with everyone else who has taken the test on my Live Journal friends list) appear to have got the Libdem result. Either this test is clever Libdem marketing, or I appear to think Labour is a different animal to that which it actually is.Who should I vote for?Your expected outcome:LabourYour actual outcome:Labour -42     Conservative -53

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On the fact that Canada doesn't seem to know that Thailand exists.Via my good friend Suzy who lives in Thailand, a conversation one of her friends Mothers had with Purolater (like Fed Ex) whilst trying to send a package to Thailand."Do you purolate to Thailand?""Yup""Good. I need to purolate this to Bangkok.""Ok. Where is that?""It’s in Thailand""Where is that?’"It’s in Asia""Is that in South

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Letters To The Other Side, Part One.Dear .............................. (insert appropriate Godform)Further to my recent prayers, which have so far gone unanswered, please may I have the solution now?I have thought hard, meditated, focused, performed random acts of good, donated to charity, read lots, then read some more. I don't pick my nose (much) or fart in public, I wash, I work hard, I don't

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Fuck, fuck and fucking ARSE.And fuck it some more for good measure.I really, REALLY don't want my head ninety percent of the time. Swap?

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The photogenic myth and other tall tales.The beautiful man's friend has taken a beautiful picture of him which I am not going to post here due to the publicness of it.However, it is, of course, lovely.Which is more proof of my point; this photogenic thing - it's just rubbish. If you look nice in real life then you'll photograph well. I just don't believe that a person can look OK face to face,

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More of this please...absolute genius via b3ta.

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Two roads diverge in a wood and I, I took the one less travelled by...Everyone's got an opinion. Everyone thinks they know best. Everyone thinks they are right. (No, really, they are, you just don't see it.) An eye for an eye they say. An eye for an eye, fuck the person who fucked you, make them bleed, make them scream. Make them cry.But what if it's you that has to make the choice, be the bad

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necklace Originally uploaded by olulabelle. My Grandma would not have known about Quan Yin, the goddesss of compassion, of loving and kindness. Actually, I have no idea if that's true.She didn't know about a lot of things: she didn't know about computers or mobile phones or internet shopping or any of these 'new fangled technologies' but she may very well have known about Quan Yin. She

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What Art Are You For?I think everyone should do this, it's a fascinating exercise. As a result of this text by Claes Oldenburg, Puck asked on his blog, "What art are you for?" These are my answers.I am for an art that wakes me up before my alarm for the first time since winter, the one that wafts golden bright dust particles through my curtains and across my room.I am for an art that grabs my

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Erm...How the buggering hell did this happen?From: "xxxxx xxxxx" Date: Wed, 16 Mar 2005 15:38:20 -0000Subject: Today weblogHi, Thank you very much for applying to be a blogger for the Today programme during the forthcoming General Election campaign. In order to further narrow down the many many applications we received, we'd like to see what our potential bloggers would actually come up with if

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Dog Experiments Part One.Dogs can make choices! I've just put three things on the floor for my dog Pickles to choose from. I offered him a piece of dried liver, a piece of dried tripe (see the pattern emerging?) and a piece of dried bulls penis. (I kid you not. In the Pet shop it's more politely referred to as bulls pizzle but it's basically bull knob. Dried. Eeewwww.)Anyway. I put them

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On University Being An Abstract Country Shaped Thought, And On Why Mothers Of Seven Year Olds Think They Know Everything But Appear, It Seems, To Know Precisely Nothing.I have been duped by a seven year old. I have, his Dad has, his Gran has, the beautiful man has. We've all fallen for what shall henceforth be known as 'conning-your-parents-itis'; a disease which manifests itself in the form of

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Who are you in Middle Earth?Via Barbelith I have discovered that my Elven name is Aredhel Lossëhelin. Which I like.Far less glamorously, in The Shire I am Belladonna Bramble of Willowbottom.

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On why the age-old Darlek joke is not funny anymore.Everybody, it's not alright. You are not safe. Get back behind the sofa (and there's no point choosing one that's upstairs). Dr Who is back and it's not funny, because now the Darleks CAN...

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Oddscience, Parts 2 and 3

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Oddscience

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The Definition Of Crap.On LJ everyone's making lists of 5 things they are crap at. Here's mine:1/ The cup and ball game.2/ Going into town without buying something.3/ Not rising to the bait.4/ Remembering the 8 times table.5/ Keeping my fingers off cheese grated in exactly the correct quantity for a recipe. Making that list is not as simple as it looks. You try it. It took me ages, and it

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Everybody!You need one of these:It's a Kitchen Waste Digester from the Living Soil site.We've got one and it's brilliant. It turns all your waste food into compost, including cooked food and meat. The only thing it doesn't like is Teabags. Oddly.

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I feel like utter crap today. And it's funny because my Biorhythms say I should be on a high. Which goes to show. What do they know? Crying in the loo and staring out the window. Too hateful of myself to bear looking a/down or b/in the mirror. I keep thinking that maybe what I need is a really big cuddle but that's not something that's available from anyone right now.I am so sick of hating

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Maryland is for crabs.It says here.What a wicked gift! It's from my friend in America whom I've never met in person, but with whom I regularly correspond via the internet and parcelforce. Chocolate is the mainstay of such parcels but occasionally wonderfully weird things like this lighter also arrive. And I do love this parcel correspondence because there is never any discussion of it, things

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'Missing' Plutonium...Apparently, Sellafield has 'lost' enough Plutonium to make seven Nuclear bombs. (They don't say what size bomb.)But it's alright though because it's only a 'paper' loss. In other words their records say they should have it but in practice it's not there.Hello?? Isn't that an actual loss? If the petty cash tally says you should have fifty quid in the box but inside there

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Repeat after me: Gotobedgotobedgotobed.Failing that...I've got a friend who is appalling at spelling. However he's one of the most articulate, intelligent, fascinatingly erudite people I know. His tutor at college (he's a mature student) told him he should be tested for Dyslexia but he's worried that if he gets tested and he's not Dyslexic, then that means he must be thick.This is what I

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Why it is not a good idea to leave BBC Radio 4 on all night.Courtesy of Fridgemagnet.

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