Archive for January, 2010

When gingers became cute

January 27, 2010

Gingers get bad press, especially in Scotland.  But these two are exceptions:


Nameless Fluffy Things

January 25, 2010

I’m very excited today as I’m off to Falkirk in a few minutes to pick up the new additions to our home – two 6-week old ginger male kittens.

  But we can’t decide on what to call them! 

Help!  Dave wants to call them Chewy (Chewbacca) and Ninja, whereas I prefer Charlie or Fred and Ginger. 

Other pairings are Chewy and Wicket, Whisky and Tonic, Hendricks and Tonic.

Give us your opinion:

Munching Pringles is preferable to filling out job applications

January 22, 2010

(particularly the BBQ-flavoured ones)


2010 – and no bugs in sight

January 17, 2010

It’s ten years since the Millennium!  All that fuss about computers crashing and bugs happen a DECADE ago!!  It really doesn’t feel like that long; however here are some facts about 2000 just in case you’ve forgotten:

The highest grossing box office film was Mission Impossible II, followed by Gladiator.

Speaking of Gladiator, it won Best Film at the Oscars, with Russell Crowe winning the Oscar for Best Actor.  Julia Roberts won Best Actress for Erin Brockovich.

It was a strange year for music, as pop was still leading – S Club 7 and Steps still going, plus a certain popstarlet called Britney Spears had recently become a household name.  This was the year Eminem began his assault on the charts with The Real Slim Shady.  It was the first time most people had heard of a singer called Dido, who featured in Stan by Eminem.  She later went on to bore the pants off most of us with her over-popular and dreary collection of reed-thin vocals.

UK number 1’s included:

  • Madonna – Music
  • All Saints – Pure Shores
  • U2 – Beautiful Day
  • Britney Spears – Oops I Did It Again
  • Spiller – Groovejet
  • Robbie Williams – Rock DJ
  • Kylie Minogue – Spinning Around
  • Oasis – Go Let It Out

Celebrity Deaths in 2000:

  • Alec Guinness (Obi Wan in Star Wars)
  • Barbara Cartland
  • Lolo Ferrari (famous for having the largest breasts in history)
  • Walter Mattheu
  • Paula Yates (responsible for spawning ‘celebrity’ brat Peaches Geldolf)

And in history:

  • The closest presidential fight ever between Al Gore and the most idiotic man who ever lived, George W. Bush.
  • Mapping of the human genome for the first time.
  • Russian submarine, the Kursk, sank.  The public was horrified by reports that crew may still remain alive for a while below the sea.

Meanwhile the mobile phone had taken off, with most of us now owning a mobile phone.  Mine was a particularly lovely (and huge) Nokia, which reflected the light and turned different colours.  I loved that phone!  Until someone stole it out of my bag one day in Bella Pasta 😦

This year we’re looking forward to the following film releases:

  • The Book of Eli
  • The Lovely Bones
  • Tim Burton’s Alice in Wonderland
  • The A-Team
  • Clash of the Titans

and in music, new albums include…

  • Vampire Weekend
  • MGMT
  • Kings of Leon
  • Outkast
  • Hot Chip
  • Massive Attack
  • REM
  • Lightspeed Champion
  • The White Stripes (?) – live album
  • Goldfrapp
  • Arcade Fire
  • Justice
  • Kraftwerk
  • Klaxons
  • NERD
  • Mystery Jets

Glastonbury’s 40th anniversary, plus, the return (cross fingers!) of one of the best festivals i’ve been to in recent years – Hydro Connect, cancelled last year due to the recession.

Happy 2010 everyone!!!



Speedy Christmas

January 17, 2010

Is it me or does Christmas gain roller skates as you get older?  You’ve only just packed away your summer flip flops when the dreaded Morrison’s advert appears on television.  Now I love Top Gear, but I confess I find the grinning image of Richard Hammond slavering over the thought of turkey and fresh Scottish salmon puts me off my tree chocolates.

  When I was young, Christmas seemed to take an age to arrive.  The countdown began with the harvest festival, crawled on towards Halloween, through bonfire night and then, finally, the day would arrive when you were allowed to open the first advent calendar window.  The next three weeks were painfully slow, filled with Christmas play rehearsals, writing cards to friends and deciding which colour of bubble bath Mum would like this year.  The worst part were those few days after school finished, mooching around the house waiting for the hours to tick by until Santa arrived.

  Now it feels like the world’s in acceleration.  I never find time to write all my Christmas cards, I’ve failed the last 2 years to organise a Christmas meal with my friends and, one week before the big day, my gift list was looking poor.  I work in hospitality and, it seemed, my occupation in ensuring everyone elses’ Christmases were magical meant my own was seriously lacking in organisation.  However, somehow I got everything done, the gifts were wrapped and my last shift on Christmas Eve passed without drama (albeit a little bit uncomfortably as boredom forced me to eat half a tin of Cadbury’s Roses).

  The day itself was lovely.  Far too much to eat, two helpings of family movies (Santa Clause The Movie and The Incredibles) and a fierce Cranium battle.  The Boy insisted on dragging me to the Boxing Day sales (he has expensive taste in T-shirts), and was furious that, on our return, I appeared to have had considerably more bargain success than him.  He was unamused when I pointed out that new pillows counted as ‘for him’.

  Blink twice and our Hogmanay day shift arrived, in a flurry of tying balloons to barblades (balloon weight improvisation at its best in a bar), changing the decorations on the 20 restaurant Christmas trees and polishing hundreds of champagne flutes in anticipation of the evening.  A quick shower and change later and we were on our (slidey) way to a rooftop party, overlooking Edinburgh’s skyline.  I felt great pity for all those poor souls ‘enjoying’ the street party in subzero temperatures as we, having toasted the bells with Champagne, disappeared down below to continue celebrations in the warm flat.

  I don’t remember much else from that night…I blame the toxic combination of Champagne and rum.

  Moving swiftly on, and suddenly it’s mid-January.  My head’s filled with plans for the year; festival preparations, the quest for a new job, wedding gifts to buy, my impending 30th birthday (gaaaah!).  So I wonder…does it get faster as you get older?  When I’m 80 years old, will I even notice Christmas?  Or perhaps it’ll reach a peak and begin to slow down again.

  Creme Egg anyone?

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