mathew horne

Phun Phun Phun.

The task?

1. Put your music player on shuffle.
2. Press forward for each question.
3. Use the song title as the answer to the question.

No cheating! (feel free to snab this)

What does next year have in store for me?
condemned to rock n’ roll [the manics]

What’s my love life like?
without you I’m nothing [placebo]

What do I say when life gets hard?
sorted for e’s and wizz [pulp]

What do I think of on waking up?
this is yesterday [the manics]

What song will I dance to at my wedding?
hapless boy lard [dick cave & the bad cheese – and no i didn’t dance to it at my wedding!]

What do I want as a career?
sexed up [robbie williams]

My favourite saying?
whistle for the choir [the fratellis]

Favourite place?
fallen [sarah mclachlan]

What do I think of my parents?
stuck in a rut [the darkness]

What’s my Pornstar name?
ice cream [new young pony club]

Where would I go on a first date?
ten storey love song [stone roses]

Drug of choice?
kiss their sons [transvision vamp]

Describe myself:
same old stuff [the feeling]

What is the thing I like doing most?
sleep alone [the wonderstuff]

What is my state of mind like at the moment?
hanging by a moment [lifehouse]

How will I die?
mockingbird [eminem]

Well, as long as I remember to steer clear of that bird that mocks life might be grand.  And despite what you may think, I didn’t cheat – I was rather perturbed that my iTunes seemed to know what question was coming up on most occasions!

I saw that Saddam Hussein was hanged over night.  This annoys me.  Not because I’m against the death penalty for anyone [yep, even twisted evil dictators], but because he hasn’t been held accountable for all his crimes and now it’s too late.  I would say more but I can’t be arsed … other people will no doubt say it for me.

The following is especially for someone else.  Appreciate it before it disappears – you have no idea how much pain has gone into putting it up.

me 039

Now excuse me whilst I bugger off to wake The Blokey so we can measure our kitchen before our grow’ed up trip to MFI …

please God bless my lost eye xxx Elsabeth

[disclaimer: the above may or may not be a picture of me taken this morning.  i reserve the right to remove it at any time if i think i should. yes, i have a wonky mouth.  no, my nose isn’t really that big, it’s just the camera angle. if i look tired it’s because i haven’t been sleeping too well. then again, it may not even be me because i hate having my picture taken, even when taken with a mobile phone … ]

[oh yeh, i had a super christmas, ta. i got a watch and hair straighteners, two games for my ds-lite, photo frames, alcohol, chocolates, lots of posh glasses, a cat jelly mould (and blackcurrant jelly, yummy), an artistic cats book, a house plant, some paul smith smelly squirty stuff, teachers (series 4 – oooh, mathew horne *moist knickers*) on DVD, a mug, gardening utensils, a colander, a jewellery box and an indie CD … I did well … I was a Good Girl]

“Ennui and lethargy are waging a war inside me.”

It’s rained an awful lot since the day I got married.  I know this because my pond, which was half empty on that very day, is now almost full.  And it’s a bloody big pond. 

It’s been a tad windy here over the weekend.  I know this not because the weatherman told me, nor because I’ve heard the non-existent gale-force wind that the weatherman promised would blow me away, but because the For Sale sign for the house behind us has almost fallen down on our car.  Humpf.

I have no oompf at the moment.  I’ve spent the last few days feeling increasingly moody and miserable.  I have no sense of direction and the slightest thing is messing with my head.  I wish that Christmas would get a move on.  But not to the extent that I want to be gliding down the aisles of Tesco, banging into people and glaring at them so that they’ll say sorry to me, and have Christmas songs blaring in my ears.  Damn Tesco.

I don’t want to talk to anyone and yet I’m stalking everyone. 

I’d like to settle down for dinner with Mathew Horne and Burn Gorman.  I’m feeling particularly broody.

Yay! Work tomorrow!

please God, bless the sarcasm xxx Elsabeth