...Sith saw this and thought of me :

It is nice to be held in such high regard x

...the last few days :

- Nooma gave me four flagons of 7.5% scrumpy, in condolence of the passing of my grandmother. This is a curious present. I wonder if Nooma's trying to make me join her.

- I am trying to rent out a couple of the rooms in the house in which I live. A young lady came round, and asked if she could have the whole house, rather than just a couple of rooms. I said I didn't want to move out. She then asked if it would be ok if she, her five-year-old child, dog and lodger all moved in to one or two of the rooms. She was blissfully unaware of her child jumping up and down on my stuff and shouting for her attention as she asked me this. I scratched my head.

- I went on a new rollercoaster at a theme park this morning. There has been a dark cloud hanging over the head of said theme park, due to someone falling to their death off one of the rides a few years ago. When asked by the park owner what I thought of the ride, I said "It's great. Especially if you sit at the edge on the front. You feel *just like* you're going to fall off..." I am thinking of going into PR.

That'll do for now.

...last weekend's funeral :

- LemonSister wrote a speech, which I hadn't realised until it was read out. For me, it was the nicest part of the service. Not only did it add the personal touch, but somehow she managed to get 'Flash Gordon' into it. Ten points! This can proudly rank alongside surreal moments from other funerals, such as the one that played out with 'Hit Me With Your Rhythm Stick'; another which played out with 'Heaven Is A Place On Earth' (no, really); and the time when the unfortunate pallbearers strained to stoop in order to ensure a pig made out of pink flowers atop the coffin cleared the door-frame.

- As we congregated in the graveyard after the service, a woman in a nearby garden was shrieking in a thick Llanelli accent at her pet rabbit (named Dylan, natch).

- The graveyard itself was cramped and higgledy-piggledy. So much so that those casting flowers onto the coffin had to inch very precariously along the side of the hole. As luck would have it, no-one fell in. It would have been darkly amusing, but I'm glad it didn't happen.

- Quote of the day goes to a family friend, who sympathised with our having to deal with a particularly curmudgeonly grandfather. "[My father-in-law] has got being a grumpy old man down to an art form," she said. "If he starts becoming too intolerable, I just stand on his oxygen tubes until he lets up."

You can't have a funeral without 'fun'.

This entry is dedicated to the memory of LemonMamgu.

...of pain, shame and remorse. But no matter. All was made well again when I went to my good chum pinkwellies' website here :

http://www.natmorris.com/

Particularly good is the entry with the band in Harajuku. This is the direct link :

http://www.natmorris.com/entry-20060415-4-vid400.html

It is very much making me want to go to Japan. Where would you most like to go on holiday ?

...tagged. By Mr Afraid-Making Robert. Now, there's a part of me that is mindful that when the whole 'Ask another blogger five questions' thing went round a while ago, certain curmudgeonly feckers* likened it to a virus. However, I am quite comfortable with the hypocrisy of often riding on my high horse, whilst also enjoying dipping into the more base activities every so often. So I am going to indulge in just such an activity.

Ah, that's better. Now I've done that, on to the issue of having been tagged. I have to say six weird things about myself, then tag six other bloggers. The problem is that I don't think that anything about me is weird. But then again, I've gotten used to it. So I'm gonna email a few people who know me well, and ask them. As I don't expect responses to be imminent, I'll suggest a few things that objectively might seem weird, and then compare results. Perhaps even in another entry. Imagine that! Two entries in the same month. Anyway :

1. For about a year, one of my big toes was numb.

2. My life has been spent avoiding having to do any ironing; to the extent that my life would have been significantly different had I not.

3. I like to think that I am slightly autistic. It would throw my entire existence into imbalance if I learnt that I wasn't.

4. Unlike Scary Rob, I have no idea when I'm going to die. But I do know how.

5. I can smell cucumber in a sandwich from across a fairly large room.

6. I have a compulsion to post various aspects of my life on the internet, even though no-one's in any way interested.

And wot poor victims should I pass the virus on to ? Well, how about opalfroot, failure, stench, BreakUpCam, anticupid, and The Incredible Captain 20Six ? Have that, you cunts.

*No offence intended to said curmudgeonly fecker, of course.

...MeMe on this blog recently, I have returned with findings. As I don't really think anything about me is that weird, I enlisted the help of some people who know me well. I asked Busty Farm Girl, and received a torrent of abuse; albeit deserved. And I asked Nooma over MSN. These were her responses :

It was about this time I began to suspect this had been a bad idea. Then :

Yet the day was saved by :

Yay! She loves me! Kinda. Well, it made me feel a bit wiggly inside for a moment, anyway. And sometimes that's enough.

...there is surely no excuse for this!

I just did a sick. It is an atrocity!