Friday Frenzy September 21, 2007
Posted by Jen in : Journal , trackbackWell, who’d have thought? It’s Friday again. How did that happen? I think today is going to be a nice sort of Friday. Frothy clouds are rushing skittishly across the sky in a way that suggests the day’s going to whizz by. Lots to do before the clouds blend into the night.
The week has been, um, interesting. I made a tragic mistake yesterday. I ventured out to Sainsburys in Hastings. Oh. My. God. I have never seen so many pension-crazed, dusty old dears in all my life. Where do they come from? They obviously spend the rest of the week in some quasi-dimension where half-mast polyester trousers and alarmingly pointy drawn-on, jet-black eyebrows are acceptable.
I’m sure they’d be clacking their ill-fitting dentures at me, though, if they spotted me jaunting to the train station in my pyjamas. Horses for courses, eh? Actually, I have no idea what that phrase even means. Seemed the right place for it though.
I feel a little potty today, can you tell? Carol has come up with a most splendiferous idea and I’m fit to burst with excitement. In that brilliantly karmic thing that pops up and smacks you in the chops now and again, it has brought me full circle to what I initially wanted to do with my writing yonks ago.
In a moment, I shall be striding through the fields, Having Thoughts and waving my arms around in a writerly, inspired manner. No more sloping about miserably for me. Well, maybe tomorrow.
And, to round off my day of madness, I am being treated to a meal at an Indian which, apparently, boasts the best bog in Britain. Who could ask for more than that, eh?
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Best bog means a clean kitchen (according to Anthony Bourdain), am very jealous, Indian restaurants in Ireland just aren’t as good as the ones in England.
Ah me an Indian Restaurant no such thing here in the wilds of Brittany alas!! We do however have a frightening number of black eyed brow pencilled horrors often with pink hair and lethal spike heels on their shoes. I once tried ot explain the exrpression “mutton dressed as lamb” to a french friend and she was totally lost “ah” I thought “this is because french women are so chic they do not need the expressions”, she however claims it is not in the French vocab as all French women look like Mutton dressed as lamb anyway!!
Glad it’s cheered you up. She sneaked me in on it a couple of days ago!
JJx
I’m not sure you should be meandering the hills waving your arms about……..men in white coats might come and take you away!!!
C x
Hellojed, I shall have a nibble on your behalf. Clean kitchen, eh? It will just be a treat to have food that isn’t covered in dog hair!
UPL - Ah me, you sound like a Jersey girl now! I wonder what happens to ladies’ eyebrows? Perhaps there is a European mountain of lost eyebrows somewhere? Maybe it’s in Belgium? No one would notice it there.
JJ - Brilliant, isn’t it?
Carol - I scared them off a long time ago. There’s only so much modern medicine can do.
What is it with ‘pension crazed old dears’? They always ask me to ‘pass them down some Cravendale’ which I can only assume is milk stuff that will last ’til next pension day.
Exciting stuff with Carol in the land of Thai…:))!
Enjoy your Indian and your bog going:)) Details of said loo please.
xx
oooh - you sound very motivated which is great. And I see that your word meter is rising. Yay!
Good Indian tucker - something that I miss.
This waving aboput fields doesn’t have anything to do with the cyber wine does it? New collaboration sounds exciting
Lane - I’m a short arse so I have to ask old grannies to pass me stuff. They do buy some horrible stuff though, don’t they?
Rebecca - It was gorgeous. Amazing. Mmmmm. Yummy in my tummy.
Liz - ah, yes, I can blame it on the cyber wine, of course. Sadly, I had too much of the real thing last night and am now feeling a little jaded, to put it mildly.
Jen, I should be so lucky…..currently drinking the last of the suty free wine. Must wait until dh gets back with more from trip…….it will be good for me though
I spend a lot of time waving my arms and muttering, too. Though I tend to look more like a mad hermit than an inspired writer when I do. Here in the south (of the USofA) everything is either deep fried or barbequed. Even the sushi. So good Indian cuisine is hard to come by. (Bad Indian food? I can name you a few places.) The collaboration sounds intriguing — hope you share more as things progress.
Waving your arms about in fields? You could get a part-time job as a scarecrow - then you could earn money while Having Thoughts and it wouldn’t matter about wearing pyjamas either - it’s the perfect solution. Good luck on the interesting sounding stuff with Carol.
Mya x
what is it? what is it?
*sigh*
*stamps feet*
No one tells me anything around here!
x
Ooh, Liz, I’d better not move to Dubai!
KeVin - deep fried sushi sounds like the title of a novel… contradictory yet intriguing… hmmmm. Arm-waving can give an air of the demented, I find. Not an altogether bad thing, in my opinion.
Mya - wow, yeah, you could be onto something there. I certainly have the scarecrow look. Thermals under jim-jams could resolve chilly-williness. Sounds a like a winner.
Caroline - I think even Carol and me don’t know what it is yet. Am just going to wave my arms about and try to have An Idea now. Will keep you posted.
Sounds much more positive, shall wait for details with baited breath. What on earth is “baited breath” it sounds rather nasty, anyway you know what I mean. You have a real talent with words “pension crazed dusty old dears” brilliant , so whatever you do don’t give up on the novel.
Sheepish, ugh, you’re right about ‘baited breath’. Sounds most manky. I won’t give up. Promise. You can set a gang of pensioners on me if I do.