weekend and stuff
Oct. 22nd, 2007 01:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
burntcopperWeekend spent lazing, fooding, Oyster Festivalling, tried one's first oyster and have decided I'm with the trolls on this one :
'What's an oyster?'
'It's like two pieces of precipitated calcium carbonate with this slimy thing in between.'
'Sounds tasty. D'you have to eat the slimy thing?'
...Yeah. it tasted of sea salt and lemon juice due to having been squirted with the stuff. That's about all I can say about it. According to Dad the Cornish oysters are the absolute best oysters around when fresh and in season, like these are, and all I can really say is 'meh'.
So instead, I snaffled all the other food and samples and walked along the beach and enjoyed the glorious weather. It was terrible. Really.
On saturday, we decided to go out rather than sit on tenterhooks for the rugby - got back for the last ten minutes and went 'augh'. Was fairly clear that South Africa's defence were rather evil.
Dropped into the second hand bookshop. Manfully resisted buying the Fenn book in there. I do not need Trapped by Malays, no matter how manly it might be. And from the thickness of it, it was probably very manly indeed. (For those who have no idea what I'm going on about, think Edwardian Boys' Own Adventures. In which the British Empire is supreme and everyone in them is very, very, very *manly*. Completely heterosexual. *Especially* any Officers and NCOs stranded far from their regiments. It's so manly in some cases that they could be singing 'Macho Man'.)
Pondered shopping for a hoodie (my only one at the mo is my ancient black Nike one which is raggy and has turpentine stains up the sleeves) but sadly, they were all in the £40+ region, aside from a few on sale which I didn't like the design of at all. Surf shops, you fail.
Claire at work has received a cowbell in the post. No idea who sent it. Who sends a cowbell?
Listening to a recording of By Jeeves and currently sitting through a song where the audience are laughing their heads off at something on stage and ... augh. I want to see what they're laughing at.
I want a Chuck icon. Unfortunately, yours truly is crap at icons. And I haven't seen one I like enough yet to use.
Still nowhere near a plot for nano, unless you include pondering flashbacks for the WW2 one where one Captain Harkness met a Professor Jones.
'What's an oyster?'
'It's like two pieces of precipitated calcium carbonate with this slimy thing in between.'
'Sounds tasty. D'you have to eat the slimy thing?'
...Yeah. it tasted of sea salt and lemon juice due to having been squirted with the stuff. That's about all I can say about it. According to Dad the Cornish oysters are the absolute best oysters around when fresh and in season, like these are, and all I can really say is 'meh'.
So instead, I snaffled all the other food and samples and walked along the beach and enjoyed the glorious weather. It was terrible. Really.
On saturday, we decided to go out rather than sit on tenterhooks for the rugby - got back for the last ten minutes and went 'augh'. Was fairly clear that South Africa's defence were rather evil.
Dropped into the second hand bookshop. Manfully resisted buying the Fenn book in there. I do not need Trapped by Malays, no matter how manly it might be. And from the thickness of it, it was probably very manly indeed. (For those who have no idea what I'm going on about, think Edwardian Boys' Own Adventures. In which the British Empire is supreme and everyone in them is very, very, very *manly*. Completely heterosexual. *Especially* any Officers and NCOs stranded far from their regiments. It's so manly in some cases that they could be singing 'Macho Man'.)
Pondered shopping for a hoodie (my only one at the mo is my ancient black Nike one which is raggy and has turpentine stains up the sleeves) but sadly, they were all in the £40+ region, aside from a few on sale which I didn't like the design of at all. Surf shops, you fail.
Claire at work has received a cowbell in the post. No idea who sent it. Who sends a cowbell?
Listening to a recording of By Jeeves and currently sitting through a song where the audience are laughing their heads off at something on stage and ... augh. I want to see what they're laughing at.
I want a Chuck icon. Unfortunately, yours truly is crap at icons. And I haven't seen one I like enough yet to use.
Still nowhere near a plot for nano, unless you include pondering flashbacks for the WW2 one where one Captain Harkness met a Professor Jones.
