Tag: Random
Ho, ho, groan: It’s that weird time of year again, that black hole between Christmas and New Year when it’s mandatory to eat and drink all of the things and generally loll around in the lounge like a sea lion. If, like me, you can no longer see your feet …
It’s that time of year again: on comes my blogging hat and out comes my inner-spewing AKA my annual end-of-year review. I really relish this Twixmas period: a time for over-indulgence, eating, sequins, reflection, drinking, family, drinking some more, and generally getting my life in order. And while everyone said …
It’s that time again: when I struggle to remember everything that’s happened through a post-Christmas haze of carbohydrates and vodka and whittle it all down to this niftily-structured end-of-year meme. I struggle to believe it’s been a year since my last one, particularly due to the worrying lack of posts …
I do enjoy me a lovely, weird year. This one’s been at times a peach, and at others a bastard, although generally I’m quite happy with it. At any rate, I figured it was worth giving it a good meme. They’re fun and cathartic to do, but please don’t feel obliged to …
My cat is really weird. He’s not ninja cat, sad cat or LOL cat, he’s just an utter weirdo. During the time I’ve been living with the ‘mad king’ that is Pepe Bandeira Harris Spencer (yes, he’s a posh Mexican bandit), I’ve observed a few ‘special’ cat character traits. Is …
The Great British obsession with the weather reached new heights today. Predicted to be the worst storm since the ill-fated Michael Fish forecast of ’87, we locked our windows and doors, battened down the hatches and settled down for a night and morning of mad howling winds and Armageddon skies …
I always imagined that for my first ever night at the opera I would behave much like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman: crying so much as to almost pee my pants/liking it more than Pirates of Penzance.
I’m very much over this Siberian-style snow. This beast of a weather front has been shamelessly flouting its lily-white backside and leaving its excrement up and down the country for long enough now. And what’s more, people seem to be actively excited about it, picking it up, throwing it around and rolling …
As daft, nonsensical comedy goes, I’m not generally a fan. Sure, I enjoy Basil Fawlty’s führer walk as much as the next Brit-gold appreciator, but – don’t shoot me – I can give or take the kind of US humour found in Ferrell’s Anchorman. Which is why it startles me …
I’ve been massively absent on the old blogging front recently. Mainly because some bugger / robot hacked through some holes and decided to have a content-mushing party. All my link juice, likes, comments and SEO had effectively been wiped by these blog demons, leaving The Edible Editor looking more than …
