Politics is Sexy, Elsewhere

While UK politics descends into a mire of moats and chandeliers, in Canada (and also Australia I believe), politics has taken on an altogether more adult turn:

www.thesexparty.ca

Yes, the Sex Party, already polling over 2% of the red-blooded electorate.

Of course, you'll noticed my iron willed self-control, not to go all end-of-the-pier Carry On. But don't let me stop you.

PS: If you haven't seen the popumentary "Sounds Like Teen Spirit"do do do .... Hulla and I suffered mild internal laughing injuries watching it.

Does this laptop make me look fat?

You know, sometimes it's hard to be a woman, when parasitic corporate scumbags try and leech your hard earned money out of our purse by patronising you from an Olympically condescending height.

Step up Dell Computers and their new sales site for women - or at least for fres- faced white professional women aged between say 24 and 36: Della

Warning, this site is Not Suitable for those without a Sick Bag
http://content.dell.com/us/en/home/della.aspx

Please share you're most hated content. I'm rather liking the Stepford Wives emphasis on looking up recipes and charting your exercise routine. Though I'm more than a little staggered that when the idea was first mouthed by a crass marketing executive, no one said, "Oh come off it! That's ridiculous!"

Of course, you could always be patronised about buying a car, if you fancy.

Learning to Relax Again

Heavens. That WAS a busy busy time: three weeks of back-to-back conferences and case studies and exhibitions. Phew!

And at end of it, I'm left feeling a little school holiday-ish … except I'm still working. BUT, I'm going to have a weekend with no work, no training, no writing, no travelling. Just me, Hulla, and on Sunday OS is birthday boy and we're having a family outting.

I wonder if I'll settle into the free weaving groove, or be left with a nagging doubt that I'm not doing something that I should?

Maybe conjoining the words "Spring" and "Clean" might be a way of coming down from my hyper life. Or alternatively, how about "Gin" and "Tonic"?

Nothing to See, Move Along Now

If you ignore

• preping to fly down to the conference
  
  
• Easter Egg hunts
  
  
• taking Older Son to his first ever lesson in Rugby
  
  
• Older Son learning how to swim, doggy style
  
  
• Younger Son becoming puppy diving boy, endlessly fetching a weight thrown into the pool and bring it back in his small paw
  
  
• My own rather dignified impressions of a boy eating sea monster
  
  
• Finger missile battles with tickle mega-tonnage warheads with Younger Son
  
  
• New armies of plastic soldiers
  
  
• oh, and the Fire (see Hulla)
  

If you ignore all that, then nothing has really happened ... other than I'm writing put a small case study.

Gym

After a …

cross-train
cycle
row
weights
sit-ups
swim
frolic
sauna
steam
jacuzzi

I seem to have signed up for a gym for a month.

Hullaballoo was most insistent.

She's hardly been out of lycra all week.

Her extra curly hair is even curlier.

I wonder what it will do for me?

We're planning to go for breakfast tomorrow.

Yes, we are enthusiasts … at the start

85% Narcissism?

Well, I'm off for four hours Group Therapy in an hour.

I'm feeling a bit 85% Narcissistic.

But vanity seems such an agreeable character flaw. I agree with Al Pacino, "Vanity is my favourite sin".

What character flaw would you pick to keep and cherish?




PS: "There are no grades of vanity, there are only grades of ability in concealing it" (Mark Twain)

85% percent happy

Since Friday I've pretty much been 85% happy.

On Saturday I paid £85 for some new trainers (it was a treat from Hulla, cunningly using my money). I then went for a run with older son, and we did 3,060 paces (a number, oddly enough, divisable by 85).

85 Days ago was our brilliant ChrisBox day.

Oh, and I got the mark for my last assignment, but I'm too modest to say what I got. But the suggestion that I should re-edit it for publication was very heart warming. Very.

Death by Daily Mail

The rather excellent Daily Dust, a handy summary of what is trashy in UK newspapers (it's a rather large site), had this set of choice extracts from the Daily Mail (Homophobic, Xenophobic, Futurephobic): 20 Strange Things The Daily Mail Say Will Cause Cancer. It includes:

1. FACEBOOK
2. WINE
3. A COLD
4. DEODORANT
5. CHIPS
6. ORAL SEX
7. VITAMIN E
8. SAUSAGES AND BURGERS
9. SOUP
10. HAIR DYE
11. MOUTHWASH
12. SUN CREAM
13. PRINGLES, HULA-HOOPS & PRINCE CHARLES’ ORGANIC CRISPS
14. X-RAYS
15. TALCUM POWDER
16. MOISTURISERS
17. MOBILE PHONES
18. RED MEAT
19. TOOTH WHITENER
20. CHOCOLATES AND BAGGED SNACKS

Yes ... you did see Hula-Hoops in there. See the orginial article for links back to these Daily Mail perals of wisdom.

dorki

I was going to comment on that nice NMJ's blog, but look what she called me....

The CHEEK!

How do they know these things?

How!?!

Blue Skies

Edinburgh is bathed in Mediterranean spring like air. The moisture on my forehead has not fallen from a wind assisted sky, but seems to have leaked from within. Above, the Bank of Scotland (not to be confused with the Royal Bank of Scotland, that lost even more money) looks solidy and majestic (so long as you don't look at the books)


And to prove I really am that well travelled business type person, to London at least, here's some bloke on a column - probably feeling smug about saving the nation in a real earlier Battle of/for Britian. 

Or perhaps Nelson was secretly Polish too?