It’s no good. I’ve searched and pored over the small print on the tin, but nowhere can I find a disclaimer regarding the colour of this Ronseal Fence Life that they have entertainingly labelled “Medium Oak”. I have taken the colour swatch from their website for your amusement –>

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I had so much fun participating in the last Tarot Blog Hop, that I signed up again. This time the theme was given as “The Fire tends to All” and immediately I suffered a ’70s flashback moment with a mental blast of this…

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Language is an evolving thing, more’s the pity sometimes, but I’ll save the rant about the declining standards of grammar and spelling for another day. It is always interesting to discover forgotten words and expressions, so at Christmas I bought myself the Forgotten English Calendar, which is full of weird and wonderful linguistic gems, some familiar, others totally off the wall. Yesterday’s was a doozy and  I just had to share. The expression was “crotch-trolling”!

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Watts Chapel

I have been a little slow in sharing this find. You know how it is when life, the universe and an inability to pull your finger out and download your photos from the camera get in the way, but better late than never, I say and perhaps the timing is apt.

A couple of months ago, I finally got around to an excursion with a friend (deferred several times over a few months for one reason or another) to Watts Gallery and more specifically, Watts Chapel and Cemetery. OMG!  Awesome is not a word I use casually, but it was completely and utterly an awesome place, an awesome experience and a jaw-droppingly awesome sight. In all…awesome.

Today’s post is brought to you by the Tarot Blog Hop, which, if you haven’t come across it before, is the blogging equivalent of a round-robin. You can click on the links at the bottom to see the previous and next posts.

The topic du jour for this edition of the blog hop was given as Ostara: Paint a journey with new life. Hmm, I thought, what on earth am I going to write about that? I’m not religious at all*; profound discourses on the meaning of life are best saved for late nights with wine and there are far too many people preaching sharing their insights on how to live your life, so I’m not going to go there either. 

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I went on a rare excursion to the cinema today. I don’t normally bother because there really aren’t many films that I want to see desperately enough not to wait until the come out on TV or DVD, and thus not have to endure the eardrum-shattering volume at which they must be played to drown out the rustling, chomping and chattering in the auditorium. (Of course, one’s one rustling and chomping tends not to be an issue).This movie was special though and demanded to be viewed on the big screen, albeit not in glorious Technicolour, since it was black and white. Yes, you guessed it, I went to see The Artist. (more…)

An apple a day is supposed to be healthy, but I can think of several reasons why this may not be the case. Let me give you an example:

We’re sitting in the living room on Saturday afternoon and the conversation goes something like this: (more…)

We were watching the Top Gear Christmas Special repeat the other day. The one where they go off to misbehave in a tenuously transport-related way in India. Yes, I know Clarkson is a bit of an arse and it’s all just big boys playing with toys and being silly, but it’s funny.* Truth be told, I sometimes rather envy them having a job where you can just muck about being as stupid as you can get away with (and then some) while getting paid rather well for it.

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