I hope you kept your eye out...

Just thought this photo from msn.co.uk was sweet :D


Also, I dreamt about public transport, and from the overly large number of blogs I've written on the subject, I'm not surprised. Eek!

Lucy
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From 13:36 on Thursday onwards

I used six buses, four bus companies, one Virgin train, one Chiltern train, one London Overground train, twelve Tube trains, one taxi and my feet (a lot).
I saw ten Tube stations (excluding those from the train window), two London Overground stations, four National Rail stations, a snow storm, a parade and a West End show.
I ate spaghetti bolognese, two pain au chocolat, two Pizza Huts (the Pizza rather than the Hut), garlic bread, a cheese sandwich, a chocolate mousse, two sausage rolls, cheese, a mini cake thing, crisps, profiteroles.
I read one book.
In order of most popular first, I drank apple juice, orange juice, lemonade.
I bought too much.
I met a German man, a nice taxi driver, the bus driver who sells me child tickets because he took me to work experience for two weeks 3 years ago, Dominic and family, Heather, Emma, Cherie, the Pizza Hut employees of the world, my brother, and many other people who I gave my cold to.
I got stranded in Bromsgrove!

This is the material available to be written up in the form of a proper, readable, interesting blog. Sorry! *grin*

Lucy
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The eccentric/interesting/nice/funny/miscellaneous people Lou and I met yesterday:

• The Moor Street train men, one of whom told us to go to the wrong door whilst the other touched my waist almost inappropriately and earned my scorn.
• The lady who gave us a questionnaire about trains. I wondered why she gave us a questionnaire but not the woman next to us, but then she proved she was clearly deranged by talking to herself quite obviously all the way to Banbury.
• The couple and the train cleaner who helped us when Marylebone left us stranded on the train. I didn't feel ready to drive back off to Birmingham at that point.
• The women who threw female-I'm-thinking-bad-things-about-you-but-will-smile-anyway glances at us for talking in the toilet. Oh and the old lady with a stick I nearly ran over on the way in.
• The various helpful London bus drivers and their nifty ramps. Free riiide.
• The Evangelists who asked us if we wanted any prayers said for us. We didn't.
• Emmy, Farah, Rosa, Tarnz!
• Dominic!
• The man in Subway who wanted a lot of sweetcorn.
• The grotesque Hampstead Heath woman and her grotesque dog.
• The men driving in the 4x4 who looked at us with smug and gloating eyes.
• The girl who tried to get on the bus for free and probably needs to be shot or something.
• The man with a plastic bag on his head who told Lou she needed a hat.
• The man with a big beard who asked Lou if the wheelchair was a new form of transport. No, not really.
• The punk men.
• The man with the leather jacket who shouted 'Poo poo' to his dog.
• The man who nearly fell in the canal.
• The men in Caffe Ritazza who spent literally about 5 hours picking something to eat out of selection of about 4 cakes.
• The cheery Burger King man.
• The Burger King customer with really loud hiccups.
• The Marylebone train man who clearly hated his job.
• The woman next to us on the train home who just sat and laughed at her baby (Noah) as he destroyed everything. She read The Socialist and wore an anti-war badge. No excuse for not being able to control your child, woman.
  

There were some other people, like the old woman who couldn't get in the train toilet and tried to force it open (she must have been desperate), but I haven't got a good enough memory!

Also, I am addicted to Virtual Villagers.

Lucy
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If it sounds as though it might be sarcastic, it probably is

Being the type of person who loves a bit of public affection and delights in reading about the rainbows and butterflies currently muscling their way into other people's relationships (preferably when a large number of string quartets, rose petals and horse shoe confetti* is involved), I somewhat bewilderingly found myself on lovingyou.com. Although I found pretty much most of the website bordering on Absolutely Hilarious (about a 9.5 out of 10), one of my personal favourite pages was the 'Top Tens' section. One of the almost absurd lists was the 'Top 10 Romantic Edibles':

Number 10: Chocolate mousse

Number 9: Indian food (the justification being that it is 'Hot & Spicy :)' - I see)

Number 8: Chinese 'Take-Out' (sadly no justification as to why...)

Number 7: Pizza

Number 6: Ice Cream

Number 5: Fruit PLUS the Romance Staff's favourite ways of preparing fruit in a romantic fashion! (Fruit Cocktail or Fruit Salad, if you were wondering)

Number 4: Fish PLUS the Romance Staff's most romantic fish! (Again, for informational purposes: Oysters, Crab, Shrimp. Any kind you can eat with your fingers!)

Number 3: Chocolate

Number 2: Strawberries (I'm thinking there's some cheating going on with two chocolate entries and two fruit entries). The Romance Staff's favourite ways of eating romantic strawberries? Here:
-With Whipped Cream
-Dipped or Covered in Chocolate (OK make that three entries for chocolate, cheaters)
-Above Combined
-With Champagne (personally I find champagne tastes how I would imagine urine to taste and only Hitler found that romantic)

DRUM ROLL

Number 1: Pasta. Pasta?! If pasta (!) is the most romantic food in the world then I must be the undisputed Queen of the Boudoir by now! Their justification? The Lady and the Tramp. Says it all really.

In other news, I read a book that has seriously affected my mental health. Come on, Iain M. Banks, did you really have to kill them *all*?

Lucy
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*If I rewrote that sentence honestly it would read something like: I like to throw horse shoes at couples.

A blog not on an even day

I'm shamefully and cheekily stealing this (well, the picture is my own at least) from someone else's blog, so I'll admit my rather embarrassing lack of originality straight away. However, due to relative anonymity, I might just get away with it. If the aforementioned blogger does see it, then I hope you don't mind :)


The 'What's on your desk?' Photo Quiz!














From the bottom left-hand corner: Report on top of a pile of miscellaneous books etc. (possibly including the Psychology textbook); my mum's black bag on top of another pile of things (a pile that I should probably investigate soon); a painting; some medication; a Gameboy on top of a two address books on top of a book set behind a mirror but in front of the patronising plea I got on my 18th birthday; iPod on top of a box of pens on top of a blue box containing copper coins; a mysterious tin; Remegel; a necklace; an antique holepunch; a less than antique stapler; perfume; money inside the attractive/obese beige purse; invitation to Leah's birthday party; another necklace; a Tube map from 1971; a ruler; and no less than 501 German Verbs. On the wall: a drawing and two paintings by my own fair hand.


Another admission: I removed the glass containing slightly mouldy apple juice before taking this photo. Sorry.


Lucy
xxx

Yesterday was a disaster

Saturday 1st March:

10:48 - Arrived at Cambridge train station. The train to Birmingham was cancelled. Damn.

11:15 - Got on the train to London King's Cross. I had to buy another ticket so I could go through London. Damn.

12:05 - Got to London King's Cross. Went to the Northern Line platform, but it was closed. Damn.

12:07 - Went to the Victoria Line platform. Had to queue to get onto the platform as there was no standing room anymore. The queue was 5 people thick. Missed the first train due to overcrowding (and this is the Tube!). Damn.

12:20 - Got to Euston station. No trains unless you want to go to Watford Junction or Hemel Hempstead. Damn.

12:25 - Back on the Tube.

12:40 - Got to Marylebone station. A train is going to Birmingham. Yay! It's in 40 minutes. Damn.

13:20 - Got on the train to Birmingham. Is very packed. Damn.

14:20 - Texted Ben to say I'd be an hour, approximately. Yay!

15:20 - Am sitting very very still in a remote part of nowhere. The train doesn't seem to be going very fast or far. Damn.

16:00 - Arrive in Birmingham. Yay!

The time it took to get home, however, gave me a chance to eavesdrop on everybody's conversations. I heard things about Wales, jumble sales, L'Oreal, Madeira, Christmas Eve, bearded tits, the capital of Estonia, Nottingham Trent, winter weddings, the Ministry of Defence, Somerset, nail varnish and somebody's grandmother's funeral. Oh and a man burst into song very enthusiastically as we were pulling into Acock's Green.

Lucy
xxx