Things I learnt while car-booting

This is probably not going to be a very expansive list and I aploogise for that, but I feel I have to write something adn this is the best idea I currently have, but as you can probably understand, there is not that much you can learn from sitting at a table adn trying to flog off a load of your old junk. Still, I have composed some sort of a list.

1) Some people are very mean. For example, the person who haggled us down on a globe from 20p to 15p. I mean, I’m as skin-flinty as anybody, in fact probably more so, but I would still nto haggle five pence off the price of something that was that cheap to begin with.

2) Some people’s junk is even more junky than ours. The person next to us was selling dirty jars filled with dusty cotton wool balls… um…why?

3) One man’s junk is another man’s treasure. For example some chipped mugs I saw selling at another stall. Well, except maybe dirty cotton wool balls.

4) Car booting is not really car booting (or even indoor car booting as they call it) when you are in a hall rather than a muddy field.

5)Don’t buy jeans that only cost 50p. You may think they’re nice shorts, but closer inspection will reveal that they are weird turnups that stink fo cigarette smoke and just look like if you’d rolled up your skinny jeans to just above your knee.

6) Equally, don’t buy tops that only cost 20p. Again, they stink of cigarette smoke with a slight eau de dog, but they will also look massively unflattering on, even if off they look quite nice.And they will have rips in the seams.

Room 101

I have nothing interesting to say about anything and so I will hereby make a list of everything that annoys me and then cast it asunder into room 101, never to be seen again.

1) Shoes. I hate shoes. I have never had  a pair of nice, well fitting shoes, and it seems likely I never will. Every pair of shoes I ever have is either flat, badly fitting or ugly and I hate it, especially shoe shopping. The pair of shoes that fit perfectly in the shop are massively too tight the second you get them home and my balance is just too poor for me to get stilletos. Also, they actually do kill your feet? Why do other women wear them???

2) Hair. I’m afraid another vain one here, but it has to go in there, because just think how easy life would be without hair… yes admittedly if everyone was bald it wouldn’t be quite as attractive but it wouldn’t get in your face when the wind blew in it, you wouldn’t need to brush it which would have to be easier, they’d be no worries of a hair disaster by a newbie hairdresser and they’d be no worries about greasyness, dying, nits, dandruff or any of the other numerous ailments that can affect our hair. Also, on amore important note, is hair in other places. There are just no nice ways to get rid of it. Shaving grows back too fast, waxing hurts and is patchy and everything else is just too expensive or not suitable for things like legs or armpits. Grr.

3) Running. Whoever says this is fun is very very weird…I just find that after about 200 metres I’m sweaty, in pain and out of breath.How is that fun? No, its one of only a few exercises that I find really unpleasant,partly down to school teacehrs, but still I just can’t see any virtues in it at all.

4)People that take an instant dislike to you for no apparent reason. I hate this. Why can’t people at least get to knwo you before forming judgements. I have no problems with people that decide they don’t like me once they find out my annoying features and dislikable attributes, but it’s people that have a preconception ofyou before they meet you.

5) Olives. No particular reason, I jsut think they taste rather foul.

6) Waxworks/animatronic humanoid models like the sort at theme parks. For some reason these terrify me. They make me nervous just looking at them because they’re creepy and the eyes are just teh wrost. Almost like humans but devoid of any emotions.. Eeeh. I can blame this fear on Disneyland. When I was there we went on the pirates of the Carribbean ride and I was just terrified, but we went on it 4 times as I didn’t tell my parents, and they loved it, as I was just so scared they were going to jump out at me. You’d have thought by the fourth time I’d have realised that they didn’t but, nevertheless, since that moment then I’ve always hated waxworks and those animatronics of all kinds.

7) Ice skating. One of the few leisure pursuits that I really dislike, however mainly because I can’t do it. Well, actually my right leg can skate realitvely ok, but my left just trails behind, which tires my right leg out faster, hurts my left ankle and also increases my likelihood of me falling over forwards, so the times I have been ice skaitng I have always ended up with painful ankles and bruised knees.

8) Sensitive skin. Honestly, my skin is allergic to sunlight, it gets irritated from wearing nickel necklaces and face cleansing stuff gives me spots.It is very depressing, and means I can’t wear foundation, some perfumes, cheap earrings and necklaces with big pendants. In my perfect world nobody would have sensitive skin at all.

Ahhhh, now I have got that off my chest. I hope it wasn’t too deathly boring for you to read

An tale of an all day orchestra rehearsal. Or what to do when the triangle has a more interesting part than you…

Today I went to orchestra and it was an all day event today. Normally we do 9:45 until 12:15, however today it was 9:45 until 4pm. I really enjoy orchestra, however I do think nearly 7 hours of it is a bit much. Still, there were some quite amusing moments, and everythign is now more excciting as I am no longer a floboe. For the uninitiated, this is a flute playing the oboe part, as our orchestra has too many flutes and not enough oboes. Second oboe part is not only really low and easy, but it is also kind of boring, and I thought I’d got over that problem, with my promotion this year to… wait for it…. second flute!!! But no, today we played a piece where we had 26 notes in the whole piece, and 1st flute was no better. Why didn’t Prokofiev just say he didn’t want a flute in it, rather than give us that amount in a piece of over 100 bars. The triangle meanwhile, had a much better part. Is it me or does this strike you as slightly strange, that 4 flutes had less to play than 1 triangle???

7 Things I learnt in Barmouth

This weekend, I went up to Barmouth for the weekend with my family for my mum’s birthday. And, in my usual style, I decided to make a random list of stuff that I found out during the weekend.

1)The guesthouse we were staying in was rather over equipped for a place that I’m imagining people only stay in for a couple of nights at a time on a seaside holiday. There was the usual tv, haridryer, shower etc, but also delights such as a trouserpress. Who needs a trouserpress at the seaside???

2) Some parts of Barmouth really haven’t changed since the 19th century. The guesthouse we were staying in was built in 1874, and except for the tv and trouserpress then nothing really had changed. We were staying in a top floor room of the narrow terraced building with a view of the sea, flowery sheets, flowery wallpaper  and an English breakfast in the dining room in the morning. We even saw lots of classic cars around the place, and the cafe we went to for lunch I’m sure hadn’t chagned at all.

3) It is surprisingly hard to find a full Sunday Lunch in Barmouth. We found this out as my grandparents must have a roast every Sunday even at the seaside (the rest of us would have been happy with fish and chips!).

4) I would very much recommend the ice cream parlour by the harbour. Their toffee fudge ice cream is absoutely delicious.

5) The royal hotel is not very good at maths. They undercharged us by about £20 for a meal we had there.

6) The royal hotel also does not have very good disabled facilities. When eating there with my grandparents, we had to eat in hte bar area, which doesn’t quite feel right, but it didn’t matter so much when they only charged us £35 for all 6 of us including drinks…

7) When you get back home from a sesaside holiday, do not empty the contents of your beach bag onto your bed. Unless you like sandy sheets.