No news to report, if I could be bothered moving off the couch and getting the digital camera I could put some pictures of vegas up. But I can't be bothered. so you will have to do with words instead and i have a headache.
it's a long weekend this weekend so on Saturday we went to the southbank and strolled along the thames to the tate modern to see the gigantic street art on the side of the building which was ace and then we wandered inside and they were having a art installation and it was of a woman making the world's biggest salad. It had about 2 tonnes of lettuce, spring onions, tomatoes and litres of olive oil. And they were 8 chefs chopping stuff and when they finished they threw it over the balcony and into a gigantic taurpoline and then it was tossed and then raked and then you could eat it. We did not, jamie wasn't sure if the rake was new or previously used for raking dead leafs. And i have to say we waited about half an hour for it to start and then about 20 minutes for the salad to be made and tossed and I have to say for the world's biggest salad it wasn't all that big, in fact it was a bit of an anti-climax. And then the artist said, 'This salad is so big it could feed the whole WORLD!' in her american accent, I saw the salad and I can assure you that was a lie.
And then we watched some bmxing and then headed home for along rest, it was 7:30 and i was so tired I almost feel asleep during eurovision. but i watched it all the way through and good knows how I used to watch that drunk because it is confusing enough sober. Russia won, no surprise there. I hate to bang on about it but they really need to overhaul that voting system. My favourite entry this year was Bosina who had a crazy loon with a washing line and four brides knitting. I am not joking. Britain finished last and seriously we weren't that bad. okay we were bad but we didn't have any knitting brides.
There was a time, a long time ago when a long weekend meant coming to a club on saturday night and not coming home until 6:00 in the morning. and the spending all day sunday and monday in bed recovering. Now I can't even stay up past 9:30 on a saturday night. What is happening to me? It can't be old age. Can it? A club, I can't even remember what one smells like. Now my top priority at the weekend is painting the front door and I haven't even done that because i am too tired.
In other news i am a fire warden at work and I had training last week. I did not volunteer for his job I was appointed, rather like the pope. Anyway at training I relaised I was not the right person for this job because:
a) I look terrible in flourscent yellow
b) I am afraid of fire
c) I am afraid of smoke
d) I have to wear hat. Regular readers of the blog will know the trouble with this. My head is massive so that hat perches on my head like a beret and if there ever was an emrgency sitauiton it might fall over my eyes, thus stopping me from seeing where the fire exits are. (I have actually already forgotten where these are, I am hoping to follow the hysterical crowd in case of a fire)
f) Did i mention I am afraid of FIRE!
I'm not quite sure this fire warden thing is going to work out well for all of those involved. I might have to resign on medical grounds, due to my nervous condition.
will right more later hopefully when i am feeling less tired. Also no blog in so long because jamie took his laptop to New York. Selfish bugger.
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