Of Sunday Sucking-Up January 11, 2009
Posted by Jen in : Journal , trackbackYes, it’s the moment you’ve been waiting for. Well, you might not have been I suppose. After all my bluster and invitations for help in my last post, I did indeed set up a new blog. And gave it a name, based on your suggestions and votes. I just forgot to tell you about it.
Anyway. Its name? Inspired by both Zinnia and Lane, I give you… Inspiral Daze… Nope, I have no idea what it means either. Never mind, eh? As with any newborn, it’s a bit bare and still doesn’t know who it is. But it’s just kind of an experiment… and hopefully it will, as time goes by, generate the occasional non-numptyish nugget. But it might not. You don’t have to read it or anything. But it would make me all fuzzy-wuzzy if you did. Probably. It doesn’t take much to get me going.
I have to watch Dancing on Ice now. I don’t usually watch trashy telly* but Graeme le Saux is on it. And I used to sit next to him in Geography ‘O’ level. So I am watching to make amends for thinking that he was really boring at school because he just played footie all the time. How was I supposed to know he’d go and get all famous? I’d have let him be my boyfriend if I’d thought that.
* Ok, so I do watch trashy telly. You caught me out. Man, you’re good.
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I love the haiku for 6 January. Great new blog my dear.
A bit bare, eh? Wot, you mean no carpets? HAR HAR HAR HAR HAR… sorry. I think it must be time for my pills.
So, is Graeme Le Saux a footballer then? He kind of sounds like a celebrity chef. But then I know nothing about footballers. Or much about celebrity chefs. And I don’t watch Dancing on Ice because I’d just get hooked on that like I did with Strictly Come Dancing and my husband would have to stage an intervention or something. But I do like the new blog name!
There: been, saw, admired, and commented.
Consider yourself fuzzy-wuzzied.
Helen – Thanks!
Zinnia – Erm… I think I need some your magic pills?
Loth – He was a footballer. And then he was on Celebrity Masterchef I think. But he got voted out of the Ice Dancing wotsit last night which is a relief and anyway, it serves him right, he didn’t mention sitting next to me at Hautlieu AT ALL!!!
Leigh – Mmmmmm. Feelin’ nice.
The group Inspiral Carpets apparently they named themselves after a carpet shop. As you do.
I hope you are well fuzzy -wuzzied. It’s good:-)
I felt fuzzy-wuzzy just looking at those lovely photos. Think I’m getting the hang of haikus now as well
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Right Ms SS, stop watching trashTV and compose us more haikus instead. Very good m’dear TFx
Right, I’m off to have a mooch at your new blog.
Just think, you could have been a footballers wife and spent all your time shopping and travelling. And watching him ice skate of course.
Poetry is really my bag, man … yeah, I know, we all have to have one (or more) glaring failure. But I like pretty pictures.
Didn’t le Saux used to irritate the other footballers by being the only footballer ever to the read The Guardian in the dressing room. I always rather liked that image.
Of course, this means you totally missed your chance to be a WAG, and hobnob with the others, and appear in low rent women’s magazines. Argh, the life you could of had!
Lane – I’m named after a carpet shop? Hurrah! Actually, I’m sure there’s a joke in there but I’m sure I can’t think what it might be *cackles in Syd James type manner*
Karen – There’s something hypnotic about haikus… I can’t get the syllables sorted but they’re not terribly arty or atmospheric… good writing practice though, innit?
TF – Well, Graeme is now off so there’ll be no more of that! What a relief.
Debs – Me? A footballer’s wife? Blimey. Sounds as if I’ve had a lucky escape then.
McBobo – You’re right about le Saux. I imagine him insisting on hiding behind the Guardian while everyone cavorted in the showers. No, I am not thinking about sweaty men in showers, not before breakfast. Ew.
Off to read your other blog where I’ll leave a proper comment! Fx
I think you were lucky it was Graeme Le Saux (I always used to call him Graeme the bucket – which just shows how crap my French is…frightening really!) and not Matt Le Tissier…although, he might have been more of a giggle.
I’m off to sticky-beak on your new blog – how exciting!
Mya x
Fionnuala – That’s the spirit
Mya – Ah, but Matt le Tissier was from Guernsey and, although my bum is big, it does not, as yet, stretch across seas to other islands. Well, it might do I s’pose. I’d better go and check in the mirror. Arses.
Love the new blog thanks for sharing the fuzzy feeling. Haikus are so addictive – Have you tried duelling haikus -you and an equally haiku minded friend take it in turns to throw said short poems at each other. Lovely to watch, difficult to do – me I’m an observer.
I met Graeme Le Saux recently. Wish I’d known he was an old school chum of yours – it may have livened up my scanty attempts at conversation (mainly about the zoo of which he is a big fan as I know nothing of football)