I was never one to swoon for athletes but even I have to admit that David Beckham looks pretty good driving a speedboat ( Read more... )

Wing chairs are what Ty called me about at seven this morning. Ellie wants to redecorate, Ty wants to moan about it. I'm presuming the seven AM call is because he has children that wake him at the crack of dawn and not just because he wants to share the misery, but to be frank, after being woken at seven I can't be sure ( Read more... )

That's the date after which I can officially partake in a game of Doctor/Patient without the spurious title. What a relief that will be, I can't seem to inhabit the part any other way ( Read more... )

In London for Pride weekend. That should read in London at the behest of Valentine for Pride weekend, because I haven't been to a single pride event yet. The parade looked a bit bedraggled from the photos - though not sure what anyone should expect from English weather? Might have kept the masochists happy but fairly certain that there were a lot ( Read more... )

Elected to stay in Cambridge this weekend, having convinced myself that hanging around writing tenure applications without distraction is time better spent than hanging around Holland Park waiting for Valentine to get back from a party, but beginning to wish I'd gone to London anyway. The weather is pissy and I'm out of firewood. Also, it appears ( Read more... )

I don't know what's more disturbing; the fact that I managed to watch Eurovision without murdering anyone, or the fact that Jedward didn't make me want to kill myself. Judging from that dream last night I'm hoping they're at least of legal age.

Do you know who Izzy Johnston is? Neither did I, until Friday, when she committed the cardinal sin of luring Harry Judd into her dastardly matrimonial clutches. Now I know everything about her, including the fact that her Twitter name is @izzyeyesalight and that her pores are so big they could house a family of seven giants. I could probably write ( Read more... )

The best thing about waking up before Valentine when the heating is on is the view on the other side of the bed.

Woke up to the kind of rain that you'd expect in the dead of winter this morning. Sometimes I think ten hour blue skies are a thing of the past - I can't recall the last full day where I didn't get pissed on at some point. On the bright side, days inside mean catching up on all of the things that I missed while I was buried under a mountain of ( Read more... )

People who say they put blood, sweat and tears into their thesis must be a bit dramatic - the only thing I seemed to pour into mine was sleep. Still, it's done, and with a minimum of fuss. Having time to myself is a bit like emerging from a mole hole at the first sign of spring, except my mole hole consisted of miniscule type and endless ( Read more... )