Monday, March 31, 2008
S-h-o-p-p-i-n-g
Captain Jack is currently guarding my purchases that I made this weekend, for my Ben Nevis climb. Unfortunately this is a small part of what I need, in order to be fully prepared for the climb on the 1st June. Whoever said the best things in life are free was definitely telling porkies!
Sunday, March 30, 2008
You Tube
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Anyone For Tennis?
Thursday, March 27, 2008
A Helping Hand
So now I have no excuse not to continue writing my novel......
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Headlines And Deadlines
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
New Look
Monday, March 24, 2008
Read All Of The BBC Top 100 Reads Part 2
Watership Down - Richard Adams - loved it - it was one of the best finds from this list and would recommend anyone to read this tale of rabbit life.
Perfume - Patrick Suskind - a little on the dark side for my usual reads, but still a good story of a man obsessed by smells.
Matilda - Roald Dahl - wonderful tale of a little girl gaining her revenge on a demon headmistress - I love the fact I can read these so quickly!
Alice's Adventures In Wonderland - Lewis Carroll - a classic tale of a young girls adventures with weird and wonderful creations - I don't think I will ever tire of reading this one
Double Act - Jacqueline Wilson - my first Jacqueline Wilson read and although the pace of the story was good, found this a bit too cutesy for my tastes
A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens - again another first time author for me and although I managed to read this within a week, still had problems following the storyline - think I will fair better with his better known novels I have to read!
Middlemarch - George Eliot (not pictured)- did not enjoy this one bit - was too much like Jane Austen for me - too much storyline about the comings and goings of victorian life - found it quite boring and struggled to complete it
Memoirs Of A Geisha - Arthur Golden (not pictured) excellent read, depicting life for a geisha girl thrust into this life at a very young age
Pride & Prejudice - Jane Austen (not pictured) - I've tried to like this, I really have and every time I go to any literature gathering, it always seems to be everyones favourite book, but I'm afraid it isn't mine. Although I don't doubt that the characters of Elizabeth and Darcy are wonderfully strong, I just don't relate to Austen's warbling about the boring coming and goings of Victorian life (see Middlemarch). It just ain't my bag baby! However, it has to be said that I love to watch any adaption of Austen on tv. I just think it's one of those stories that performs better visually
The Twits - Roald Dahl (not pictured)- Published about the time when I was getting a little too old for his tales, but this one doesn't disappoint at all - I can still remember the worms in the spaghetti!
Currently reading - Clan Of The Cave Bear by Jean Auel
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Today.....
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Temptation
Friday, March 21, 2008
The Night My Jimmy Choo's Nearly Drowned.......
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Ian Beale & The What I Should Do Next Task.....
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Have Tea At The Ritz In London
The Ritz hotel has been open for 100 years and having afternoon tea is an institution in itself. This made me very nervous, in the taxi ride to the hotel. For a working class girl from Notts, there is always a thought deep inside that perhaps you are not good enough for a particular surrounding and I was dreading walking in and feeling immediately out of place. I could almost see all the old women, with their glasses perched on the edge of their noses, looking at you, as you walked past.
From the outside, the hotel looks very much like any other in London, but once inside the grandeur and splendour is apparent for all to see. You feel very much like you've stepped back into the 1920's and you can imagine the gentry that would have dined there, as you walk through to the Palm Court. There were no old women judging you as you went past, just normal people, coming to The Ritz as I was, as a special treat.
All too soon it was over. We paid the bill (a whopping £74!) and said our goodbyes. The door was opened, as if by magic by the two doormen and we braved the chilly, London night, to go back to our hotel.