Kuwait Air

I just flew with Kawait Air and it was amazing.
My seat was tiny and didn't lean back, the tv was broken and the flight was dry (read: no booze.) To make up for it; the attendants were actually enjoying their jobs, there was a sense of camaraderie between the passengers and the food was so smart: Mild lentil and aubergine curry served with rice and naan.
Why hasn't anyone else thought of this?

Take away food served as flight food = genius.

Where were you on June 25, 2009?

Is it weird that I'll probably always remember the moment I found out Michael Jackson died? 

update: Just got home from Bricklane and there is some serious Michaelmania happening.  Every shop is blaring thriller, the guy selling vintage furniture has all his Jackson albums out and the girl in the coffee shop looked up at me and simply said "I can't believe he's dead."

I proceeded to tell her my celebrity island theory.

If you're stepping out with your chicadee

Annabel just made my day.

Klutzin'

After being Marina's moral support on her Diesel Radio show, she repaid me by pouring a glass of OJ all over me while telling a very animated story.

Which made me realize that there are two types of clumsiness' in the world..

a) I'm a super klutz; if there is anything around to trip over, spill, or walk into, it will attack me.  (I will never be able to wear white because of this.)

b) Apparently, Marina only uses said items to attack other people. Once she totaled Louis' laptop and external hard-drive simultaneously using only a pint of water and her foot.

Which is more socially awkward? 

reason to bite my tongue no. 54850

Just found out that the terrifying bloke that threatened me at work the other night, causing us to have to lock up early and jump every time I heard a loud noise on my walk home, had very recently been released from prison for attempted murder. 

Seriously...

What Sundays should look like...

Going to miss London Fields sooo much.

Paper Trail

I pass this lady every few days.  She just walks up and down old street with gigantic headphones  and a stack of paper.  As she walks she quietly talks to herself, tears a small piece of the paper and throws it into the wind.  

I find her completely fascinating.  
I want to know what she's whispering, what she's listening to and what the papers say.  I can't investigate any further though, as she really doesn't like that I notice her. She gives me this 'I'm not the crazy one here' look (but I guess she's kind of right to, seeing as how I'm the one who has now taken a picture of her from the upstairs of a bus.)

Personification

Why do some people name their cars?

Personally, I think the only inanimate objects that should be named are teddy bears.

Note:  I don't consider the Batmobile a name,  more like a descriptor. 

Tephritidae

I came home from Vancouver to find our toilet overrun with pesky little fruit flies. It's a bit of a mystery why they have all congregated in that room as we don't really make a habit out of storing fruit in there. Anyway, around lunchtime today they decided to make a move for my room. 

After several hours of chasing them down and smashing them individually with a plimsole, Annabel suggested spraying them with windex.  This was a great suggestion in theory but when you spray flying bugs they fall, and in this case they're falling onto my bed.  WikiHow suggested the "fun and highly effective" method of using the back of a hairdryer to suck them in and fry them. 

Guess it's back to squishing them with my shoe.

Is it weird that I still say a silent apology every time I kill one?

Better late than never

figured it was time to start  one of these things after talking about my imaginary blog for over a year.

just what the world needs, more edited ramblings.