http://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/en-EUMokoFeed10http://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/af/0a9778a915696eddc680689e0882fc_160x200.jpghttp://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2007/07/15/my_first_sale~2641629/tag:makemineadouble.blog.co.uk,2007-07-15:/2007/07/15/my_first_sale~2641629/Sun, 15 Jul 2007 22:57:17 +0200 <p>I can now officially call myself an artist as I have finally made my first sale. <img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/icon_cheeze.gif" border="0" alt=""><br><br>All of my work previously has been given away to friends or in trade for other artist's pieces and for more supplies.  Not that I've minded as I was still learning to sculpt and most of my first stuff was bleedin' appalling.</p> <p>So this is her and she's still not really finished as I haven't done her display base (she's going to be standing on a large pink flower) or dressed her yet but the buyer loves her and wanted her.  I don't think I've ever been happier </p> <p><img src="http://img341.imageshack.us/img341/5870/00000173jm3.jpg" alt="null" title="null"></p> <p><img src="http://img352.imageshack.us/img352/6706/0000018xb6.jpg" alt="null" title="null"></p> <p> <small> <a href="http://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2007/07/15/my_first_sale~2641629/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2007/07/15/my_first_sale~2641629/#commentshttp://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2007/07/03/prom_de_prom_prom~2568762/tag:makemineadouble.blog.co.uk,2007-07-03:/2007/07/03/prom_de_prom_prom~2568762/Tue, 03 Jul 2007 23:32:18 +0200 <p>Every thing is now sorted out for my son's prom.  The other half took him up town and came home £50 poorer after hiring a suit, shirt and shoes.  Fifty quid?  Is it me or does that seem a bit steep?  I don't know what the going rate for suit hire is having never had the need to hire one before, it just seems like a lot for something he's only going to wear for 3 hours.   I'm a bit wary about the whole hired shoes thing as well, as who knows what sort of feet have been in them before.  We could be talking athletes foot, verrucaes and god know's what else. *shudders*<img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/smileys77.gif" border="0" alt=""><br><br>Anyhooo...looking on the bright side.  My son looks very handsome in the suit and is very excited about prom night so I think he's got a date, not that he's said anything (the secretive little bugger) but I recognise the signs.  Just as long as it's not the Hopkins girl as I can't bloody stand her.<br> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2007/07/03/prom_de_prom_prom~2568762/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2007/07/03/prom_de_prom_prom~2568762/#commentshttp://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2007/07/01/it_s_been_a_while~2555144/tag:makemineadouble.blog.co.uk,2007-07-01:/2007/07/01/it_s_been_a_while~2555144/Sun, 01 Jul 2007 22:58:13 +0200 <p>I just realised today that I hadn't visited blogland for a couple of weeks so I thought I'd see what's been happening and try and catch up with some posts and hopefully start commenting again.</p> <p>What have I been up to?  Not much really I suppose, well nothing exciting anyway.  I've had a couple of blazing rows with the other half  which start over stupid petty things and escalate dramatically because neither of us will back down.  My son has finished his exams and is now hanging round the house like a bad smell waiting for his results and he's got his prom on Friday and I still haven't sorted out a suit for him.  I'm working on another sculpture, I've actually gotten further than this progress picture now as it just needs arms and feet.  I bloody hate that monitor in the background but I've still haven't had the broken one replaced yet.<br><img src="http://img300.imageshack.us/img300/3934/00000193ys5.jpg" alt="null" title="null"></p> <p>I can't think of anything else right now apart from my friend's quest for a boob job <img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/092eek.gif" border="0" alt=""> but I'll save that for another time. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2007/07/01/it_s_been_a_while~2555144/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2007/07/01/it_s_been_a_while~2555144/#commentshttp://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2007/06/13/i_m_a_bad_friend~2445571/tag:makemineadouble.blog.co.uk,2007-06-13:/2007/06/13/i_m_a_bad_friend~2445571/Wed, 13 Jun 2007 14:28:27 +0200 <p>It's true, I am.</p> <p>I've been avoiding my friend because quite frankly her constant whining and man hunting is starting to really grate on my nerves.  She's always got a different man on the go and these "relationships" usually last no longer than a week.  This is how it goes, she meets someone (either online or in a pub while shitfaced) invites them back to hers, does or doesn't sleep with them (don't care either way) then they tell her the next time she texts, rings or chats online that they don't want a steady girlfriend.  She then cries and bitches to me about men using her for one thing, I console her and she moves on to the next victim.  I've told her if she wants to stop being used for sex then she shouldn't shag them within a minute of meeting them.</p> <p>BUT...she still has all these "ex's" come round her house at night even though she reckons they are now only friends.  Now she's chatting to some squaddie in Iraq who she says she's falling for (excuse me?) and is "waiting for" and yet she still has her last ex who she only split with a week ago come round to stay the night.  But she says she's not a slapper.  Sorry love, if it looks like a duck.....  Twelve men in 6 months hardly makes for convent material.</p> <p>So I've stopped going round so often and I actually blanked her 2 phone calls this morning as I don't know what else to say to her.  I've tried my hardest to get her to realise what she's doing is stupid and dangerous especially seeing as she doesn't use protection when she's copping off with all these different lads.  Plus, her 6 year old son is seeing all these blokes come and go and it's started to affect him as well as he's really started being a little bastard to her.</p> <p>I don't want to do it anymore, she's a grown woman and needs to learn to cope with her own life without dumping it all on me and I'll be telling her later as I'm running out of polite excuses not to see her.  She'll probably end up hating me.</p> <p>So I'm a bad friend...but I think I can live with that.<br> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2007/06/13/i_m_a_bad_friend~2445571/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2007/06/13/i_m_a_bad_friend~2445571/#commentshttp://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2007/06/08/why_do_i_always_have_to_do_it~2415900/tag:makemineadouble.blog.co.uk,2007-06-08:/2007/06/08/why_do_i_always_have_to_do_it~2415900/Fri, 08 Jun 2007 11:11:36 +0200 <p>My fella and son are fairly good at doing jobs round the house.  My fella will hoover and mop and my son does the washing up and unloads the washer and dryer when I ask them to so I can't complain really.  So why am I the only person who will clean the toilet and bathroom?</p> <p>I don't pee behind the toilet seat and on the floor so I object to the fact that I'm the one that has to sort it out.  But there's no point asking who did it as both reckon it wasn't them.  That's right, I have a phantom widdler in my house who creates puddles when my back is turned.  </p> <p>So another morning was spent bleaching and scubbing until the place was up to my standard again and didn't smell like the bottom of a hamster's cage.   But I suppose if I didn't clean it myself then it wouldn't be clean enough for me to use as I'm a bit funny about germs and bodily fluids.<br> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2007/06/08/why_do_i_always_have_to_do_it~2415900/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2007/06/08/why_do_i_always_have_to_do_it~2415900/#commentshttp://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2007/06/06/going_unnoticed~2406531/tag:makemineadouble.blog.co.uk,2007-06-06:/2007/06/06/going_unnoticed~2406531/Wed, 06 Jun 2007 19:29:08 +0200 <p>I mentioned briefly in a previous blog that I sculpt, I even sent one of my friends (mermaidstale) a picture of my most recent work but I've never really drawn attention to my art as I used to be bloody terrible at it.  Well I'm not terrible at it any more and seeing as I want to sell my latest piece I posted a couple of pictures in a collectors and artists group that I'm part of as a sort of teaser before she actually went on sale.</p> <p>Nothing...not a look, not a mention...nothing.  Not even a "your work has made me want to gouge out my eyes with a spoon, please don't post again".  How am I supposed to sell something if a group of over a thousand people who supposedly either make or collect one of a kind polymer clay figures don't give a flying toss about what I'm doing.  I know I'm not a big name artist like some of them in the group whose work sells for big bucks, but surely as a new artist my stuff is at least worth a look?  After all, isn't that the best time to start collecting someone's work, when they are relatively unknown and you can pick up their stuff for next to nothing?</p> <p>So I thought, sod it (and them) and I'm going to post a few pictures here instead.  She's one of a kind, completely handmade and painted with acrylics.  She's about 8 inches tall.<img src="http://img477.imageshack.us/img477/4003/0000022eg8.jpg" alt="null" title="null"><br><br><img src="http://img489.imageshack.us/img489/6408/0000017yc6.jpg" alt="null" title="Nexus"><br><img src="http://img46.imageshack.us/img46/4078/0000020ti2.jpg" alt="null" title="null"><img src="http://img477.imageshack.us/img477/6259/0000023zg3.jpg" alt="null" title="null"> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2007/06/06/going_unnoticed~2406531/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2007/06/06/going_unnoticed~2406531/#commentshttp://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2007/06/03/mad_as_hell~2389675/tag:makemineadouble.blog.co.uk,2007-06-03:/2007/06/03/mad_as_hell~2389675/Sun, 03 Jun 2007 22:59:12 +0200 <p>I need to rant and get a few things off my chest.  I am so angry, in fact what I am goes through angry and out the other side into something even in excess of white hot fury.</p> <p>My computer is only 2 months old, it was bought to replace a computer that was savagely murdered by my unthinking twat of a fella.  I loved my old computer and had spent a couple of hundred quid getting extra memory for it, a shit hot graphics card, better sound card and an extra disc drive...it was my baby and he fucked it up, not once but twice.  I was furious for a week or so each time and then got over it.</p> <p>He also broke his laptop, not once but twice.  Firstly by punching it in a temper, I had it repaired (against my better judgement) and then by hitting it with a dining chair in yet another foul mood, it's still broken and I'm not getting it repaired this time.  I got over that as well eventually.  Back to my brand new computer with the 19 inch monitor.</p> <p>We were having a bit of a disagreement (not even a proper row) over who had locked my dog in the garden and forgotten about him being out there, I know it's a petty thing to fall out over but I love my dog and was annoyed at the thought of him being outside for so long.  I know he shut him out as it's something I would never do.</p> <p>Apparently I wound him up by accusing him and he did what he usually does when annoyed, he lashed out.  His target?  My fucking computer!  He threw the keyboard and it hit my monitor and broke it.  It's got a whacking great round "hole" in the side with what looks like fracture lines over almost two thirds of the screen and half the screen is totally black and nothing can be seen on it.  I saw red as for the fucking fifth time he had broken something unneccessarily because of his temper.</p> <p>To say I kicked off is an understatement, I went totally apeshit at him.  I won't bore you with the details of what occurred in the following twenty minutes, let's just say it wasn't pretty and scared my neighbour to death as she honestly believed I was going to kill him.</p> <p>He kept saying it was an accident which just wound me up all the more because you can't "accidently" throw something at something else and not expect one of them to break.  </p> <p>That was at about half four this afternoon and I'm still incredibly pissed off about it.  I can't even use my old flat screen monitor as I sold it to my friend for a tenner so I've had to borrow her old monitor which is a giant box of a thing.  </p> <p>Maybe I over-reacted, but a person can only take so much before they flip out and I had reached my limit.  He says he'll replace it but how the hell is he going to do that when I'm the only fucker with money coming in?</p> <p>Rant over.<br> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2007/06/03/mad_as_hell~2389675/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2007/06/03/mad_as_hell~2389675/#commentshttp://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2007/05/30/hmmm_what_to_do~2359463/tag:makemineadouble.blog.co.uk,2007-05-30:/2007/05/30/hmmm_what_to_do~2359463/Wed, 30 May 2007 09:33:23 +0200 <p>Do I watch Jeremy Kyle and wind myself listening to the arrogant, little spud spouting his form of wisdom at people with really bad teeth on the off-chance there will be a bit of a scrap.</p> <p>OR...do I get off my bum and get on with my sculpting?  <br> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2007/05/30/hmmm_what_to_do~2359463/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2007/05/30/hmmm_what_to_do~2359463/#commentshttp://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2007/05/27/crisis_averted~2344976/tag:makemineadouble.blog.co.uk,2007-05-27:/2007/05/27/crisis_averted~2344976/Sun, 27 May 2007 21:22:25 +0200 <p>The fella has just been in a right state as 24 had just started and the remote control was nowhere to be found.  </p> <p>I absolutely did NOT hide it from him at all...wouldn't dream of it...don't know what you're talking about...do you have proof I moved it?  </p> <p>I gain not one iota of pleasure watching him flap and panic...not at all...cruel to suggest otherwise...not me, no sirree.<img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/smiley-innocent.gif" border="0" alt=""><br><br>I know I would rather be rubbed all with the rough side of a cheese grater and then sit in a vat of vinegar than have to watch of episode of 24 but that doesn't mean I would deny him his hour of enjoyment (for long anyway<img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/smiley-tongue-out.gif" border="0" alt="">)</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2007/05/27/crisis_averted~2344976/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2007/05/27/crisis_averted~2344976/#commentshttp://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2007/05/26/wet_dog_smell~2338551/tag:makemineadouble.blog.co.uk,2007-05-26:/2007/05/26/wet_dog_smell~2338551/Sat, 26 May 2007 17:50:46 +0200 <p>I've just had to bath my dog.  The dirty little git had found something smelly in the garden and had rolled all over it.  I don't know what it was in the little bag and I don't really care, but it stunk.  I wasn't going to take any chances with it as a neighbour a few doors down had had her dog poisoned by someone chucking something over the fence which he had eaten without her knowing until she took him to the vet as he got very ill very quickly.</p> <p>The dubious contents of the bag looked a bit like some form of offal but it was a bit green and slimey.  Yuch!</p> <p>Anyway, I picked up my dog and took him to the bathroom pretty sharpish and attempted to get him in the bath, which wasn't that easy even though he is a Jack Russell and only weighs 5.7 kilos.  Any Jack owner will tell you they are feisty, stubborn little bastards and if they don't want to do something, well, let's just say you have a fight on your hands.</p> <p>After 5 minutes of being clawed at and being soaked every time he shook (which he took great pleasure in doing roughly every 20 seconds)  I left the bathroom with an altogether nicer smelling pooch, but one with a fouler temper than usual.  He spent 10 minutes running madly about and rubbing himself on the carpet, bed, sofa and everything else he could find to dry himself on and now he's sat glaring at me like I'm the worst owner in the world.  </p> <p>I never made him roll in whatever it was so he's only got himself to blame<br> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2007/05/26/wet_dog_smell~2338551/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2007/05/26/wet_dog_smell~2338551/#commentshttp://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2007/05/26/shop_monkey~2337723/tag:makemineadouble.blog.co.uk,2007-05-26:/2007/05/26/shop_monkey~2337723/Sat, 26 May 2007 14:34:23 +0200 <p>Do you know what I hate?  I hate shop assistants with whiney, nasal voices who believe that their name tags give them the god (or other deity of choice) given right to treat you like you're clueless, retarded or have the IQ of a glass of warm water.</p> <p>I decided to buy my son a bike for christmas the other day (how on the ball am I?) and seeing as Halfords has a sale on we went and had a look.  We found the perfect bike and it's half price at £149 (fricking bargain), I'm so having that.</p> <p>Enter shop monkey with aforementioned nasal voice who then tries to tell me it's too big for my son and putting the seat down will damage the frame and blah, blah, blah can he show me some other bikes (more expensive...fancy that).  I hop up on my high horse at this, and firmly tell the spotty simian that I will be having the bike I picked and seeing as my son won't be getting it until christmas (when he turns 17) then I'm pretty sure he will have grown the extra 1 or 2 whole inches it would take in order for the bike not to be too big.  And even if he doesn't then that is my problem to worry about and not his.  I then point out that there is a rival bike shop just across the road (it's small but does good business) and even though they don't have the exact same model then I'm pretty sure they will have something similar and how would the management feel about him chasing away potential sales.</p> <p>I end my tirade at this point by telling him that he's there to offer help and advice and not to attempt to brow-beat customers.  Also, my son was shifting from one foot to the other in embarrassment wearing that mortified look teenagers get when out with their mothers.  Hey, he wanted the fucking thing in the first place.  Ungrateful little toe-rag.</p> <p> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2007/05/26/shop_monkey~2337723/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2007/05/26/shop_monkey~2337723/#commentshttp://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2007/05/26/home_alone~2337142/tag:makemineadouble.blog.co.uk,2007-05-26:/2007/05/26/home_alone~2337142/Sat, 26 May 2007 12:16:58 +0200 <p>My fella is taking my son to see Pirates of the Caribbean this afternoon.  He didn't ask me if I wanted to go, not that I would because the cinema we have in our tiny town is nasty.  Two screens, no air-conditioning, half the seats are broken and the other half smell funny and are sticky.  Also, he objects to my comments about Johhny Depp's looks and the things I could teach him given half a chance.  I don't moan when he's quietly dribbling over Kate Winslet (who I believe is as tasty as a glass of gorilla vomit)</p> <p>So I'll patiently wait until it comes out on DVD and then I'll be able to sit in the comfort of my own home and ogle away to my heart's content<br> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2007/05/26/home_alone~2337142/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2007/05/26/home_alone~2337142/#commentshttp://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2007/05/26/conversations_with_w_kers~2335489/tag:makemineadouble.blog.co.uk,2007-05-25:/2007/05/26/conversations_with_w_kers~2335489/Sat, 26 May 2007 00:04:24 +0200 <p>I was online with at my friend's house as I was googling  something for her.  I didn't realise her msn messenger was signed in until some arse she met on an dating site signed in and said hello.  We both ignored him and I carried on with what I was doing.  He sent a couple of nudges, which we again ignored but the persistant little numpty carried on trying to get her attention, in the end I gave up ignoring him and answered.  This is more or less the conversation that followed</p> <p>Him...."u not talkin"<br>Me..."no"<br>Him..."y"<br>Me..."I'm not Julie"<br>Him...."who r u"<br>Me..."her friend"<br>Him..."wears Julie"   (not my spelling mistake, it's his)<br>Me..."elsewhere"<br>Him..."go on cam"<br>Me..."no"<br>Him...who r u"<br>Me..."bugger off I'm busy"<br>Him..."I wana talk 2 Julie she sexy"</p> <p>Now at this my blood started to boil, she only started chatting to him less than 24 hours before and he wants to talk to her because she's SEXY?  Yeah, he really wants to get to know her as a person.  The conversation went downhill quickly after that.</p> <p>Me..."You're unbelievable.  That's my friend you're talking about, not some piece of meat.  She's more than a nice body, she's got a mind and feelings as well.  You should have a bit more fucking respect"<br>Him..."fuckin respect?"<br>Him..."ur rood u r"<br>Me..."yeah, what's your point?"<br>Him..."u on summin?"<br>Me..."It pisses me off when twats like you feel it's alright to treat a woman like an unthinking sexual object only there to satisfy you.  All you want to do is get into her knickers"<br>Him..."nop"<br>Him..."i think shes a lovely person 2" <br>Me..."Oh please!  Don't piss on my shoes and tell me it's raining"<br>Him..."eh?"<br>Me..."*sighs* I don't expect someone with spelling and puctuation as poor as yours to understand"<br>Him..."ur a bitch"<br>Me..."again...what's your point?"<br>Me..."bored now...*blocks twat*"</p> <p>You're probably thinking I was out of order and shouldn't have butted in.  Maybe I shouldn't have, but I'm the one who has to listen to her sobbing into her vodka because yet another man has used and dumped her, I'm the one who has to pick up the pieces.  I swear the girl is a twat magnet.  She's so naive she can't see when they're telling her exactly what she wants to hear in order to get her in bed.  </p> <p>She said to me later that she thought he might just want sex because when she started chatting to him the day before he said she was gorgeous and then asked her for a picture of her in her underwear.  Noooo!  Reeeealllly? /sarcasm  <img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/grayuhoh.gif" border="0" alt=""><br></p> <p> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2007/05/26/conversations_with_w_kers~2335489/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2007/05/26/conversations_with_w_kers~2335489/#commentshttp://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2006/10/21/sleep_talking~1246021/tag:makemineadouble.blog.co.uk,2006-10-21:/2006/10/21/sleep_talking~1246021/Sat, 21 Oct 2006 15:35:36 +0200 <p>The bloke has fallen asleep and I'm waiting for him to start talking. He doesn't believe he chats in his sleep, but he didn't believe he snored either until I presented him with evidence.</p> <p>I would love to know what things he dreams about as some of the things he comes out with are hilarious. My favourites to date are</p> <p>1. What am I, some sort of cheese garment? (beyond me as well, but got me giggling)</p> <p>2. Alone in the woods with a cardboard box (when I asked why he had a cardboard box, he replied) Because I don't have a spear.</p> <p>3. Fanny by gaslight, can we have some electric on? Wandering around with candles and torches. Not a light on in the fucking house, we living in the Victorian age or something? (said last night and is his longest conversation to date)</p> <p>He has said other things but it's pretty much unintelligible except for the odd word. So I'm waiting with pen and paper at the ready just in case.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2006/10/21/sleep_talking~1246021/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2006/10/21/sleep_talking~1246021/#commentshttp://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2006/10/21/too_early_for_tantrums~1245504/tag:makemineadouble.blog.co.uk,2006-10-21:/2006/10/21/too_early_for_tantrums~1245504/Sat, 21 Oct 2006 12:33:47 +0200 <p>The other half is sulking like a little girl right now.</p> <p>The stuff we had on ebay didn't sell as it didn't quite reach the reserve. Sorry but I'm not letting 3 top XBox360 games that cost me over £120 go for less than £50, simple as.</p> <p>So now he can't get Splinter Cell which we were going to get out of the money we made selling the other games. And now the big buffoon is stamping around like a five year old that's been told he can't have sweeties today and all because he can't shoot or throttle his mates online.</p> <p>I told him I'll relist the games later as maybe they didn't sell because they ended too early in the morning and no-one was around to bid. </p> <p>But is that good enough? Nooooo. He. Wants. It. Now! *raises voice stamps foot and cries* I was half expecting him to hold his breath until he turned blue or maybe throw himself on the floor and pound the carpet.</p> <p>I had to put him in time out as he was doing my head in. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2006/10/21/too_early_for_tantrums~1245504/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2006/10/21/too_early_for_tantrums~1245504/#commentshttp://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2006/10/20/woooohoooo~1244187/tag:makemineadouble.blog.co.uk,2006-10-20:/2006/10/20/woooohoooo~1244187/Fri, 20 Oct 2006 22:39:16 +0200 <p>Finally, I have bids on the stuff I'm selling on eBay. </p> <p><a href="http://imageshack.us"><img src="http://img272.imageshack.us/img272/2707/countvoncountyq9.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"></a></p> <p>3! 3 bids on my items! Ah-hahahahahaaaaaa!</p> <p>Ummm....sorry...got a bit carried away.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2006/10/20/woooohoooo~1244187/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2006/10/20/woooohoooo~1244187/#commentshttp://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2006/10/20/annoying_the_other_half~1243796/tag:makemineadouble.blog.co.uk,2006-10-20:/2006/10/20/annoying_the_other_half~1243796/Fri, 20 Oct 2006 20:48:49 +0200 <p>Out of sheer boredom (and a little spite <img src="/img/smilies/icon_twisted.gif" alt=":>" class="middle" border="0">) I've decided to compile a list of things that are 100% guaranteed to really get my bloke's back up.</p> <p>So if any of you are on ekofox's friends list please feel free to give him a bit grief (he doesn't mind really<img src="/img/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":D" class="middle" border="0">) You can do this by</p> <p>1. Implying that all the Star Wars characters are raging homosexuals (C3PO is a classic example) and that the greatest force of evil in the galaxy was thwarted by a bunch of teddy bears with sticks. Oh yes, mispronounce Anakin...call him Anadin, he realllly hates that</p> <p>2. Telling him that LOTR trilogy was the most boring bunch of films ever produced and that they could have cut hours off them if they just reduced the walking a bit. Give the fuckers horses I say.</p> <p>3. Tell him Clerks 2 sucks major ass, but don't tell him why</p> <p>4. Call George Lucas a lumberjack-shirt wearing, untalented charlatan with a dodgy beard and a bad rug </p> <p>5. Call 24 Twenty-bore and state that any normal, sane person having days like that would have quit after the first one.</p> <p>6. Tell him that every zombie in all horror films remind you of his mother</p> <p>and finally</p> <p>7. State that Batman Begins was without a doubt a complete shambles of a film, with poor casting and wooden acting. </p> <p>Right, I'm off to hide. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2006/10/20/annoying_the_other_half~1243796/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2006/10/20/annoying_the_other_half~1243796/#commentshttp://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2006/10/20/now_i_m_really_pissed_a_retraction~1242943/tag:makemineadouble.blog.co.uk,2006-10-20:/2006/10/20/now_i_m_really_pissed_a_retraction~1242943/Fri, 20 Oct 2006 17:04:16 +0200 <p>In my previous blog I accused my son of thieving one of his Xmas pressies.</p> <p>It turns out that my bloke, for reasons best known to himself, moved the fricking thing and couldn't be bothered to tell me.</p> <p>There I was planning all sorts of punishments ranging from grounding all the way up to flogging (bit harsh I suppose but I was annoyed at the thought of him ransacking my room), just to find out that he was innocent of the crime.</p> <p>I'm so glad he walked in ten minutes before my son did.</p> <p>At least I don't have to apologise to my son as I would never hear the end of it.</p> <p>I jumped to conclusions about the spotty oik and now I feel bad. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2006/10/20/now_i_m_really_pissed_a_retraction~1242943/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2006/10/20/now_i_m_really_pissed_a_retraction~1242943/#commentshttp://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2006/10/20/now_i_m_really_pissed~1242593/tag:makemineadouble.blog.co.uk,2006-10-20:/2006/10/20/now_i_m_really_pissed~1242593/Fri, 20 Oct 2006 15:29:47 +0200 <p>That thieving, spotty, little scrote is in for it big time.</p> <p>I've been gradually buying Christmas presents for the last couple of weeks as I hate the last minute rush and now I discover my son has been at them.</p> <p>Not the sly "had a nosey but put every thing back where it was", no, he's gone and done the "went through my mum's room found one of the presents and fucked off with it" </p> <p>WHAT. THE. FUCK? I know that it was there yesterday as I checked and he was in my room alone last night messing on the computer while we were watching telly downstairs. Did he honestly think I wouldn't notice that it had gone? What kind of muppet does he take me for? Don't answer that.</p> <p>I can't believe he is so devious, under-handed and sneaky. </p> <p>I can only hope that his present was the only thing he found. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2006/10/20/now_i_m_really_pissed~1242593/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2006/10/20/now_i_m_really_pissed~1242593/#commentshttp://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2006/10/20/meez~1241778/tag:makemineadouble.blog.co.uk,2006-10-20:/2006/10/20/meez~1241778/Fri, 20 Oct 2006 11:17:09 +0200 <p>Well, I made myself a meez but I'm still annoyed about the whole Houdini blog thing (see previous blog)</p> <p>The dog isn't quite like mine, but he is small, white, bad tempered and annoying so it's as near as damnit. </p> <p>Oh bloody hell, I've just realised that the lip ring on the meez looks like some sort of giant coldsore. </p> <p><a href="http://www.meez.com/serephenia" title="Check out this user"><img src="http://snapshot.meez.com/user02/07/10/04/071004_10001115607.gif" alt="" border="0"></a> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2006/10/20/meez~1241778/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2006/10/20/meez~1241778/#commentshttp://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2006/10/20/for_crying_out_loud~1241695/tag:makemineadouble.blog.co.uk,2006-10-20:/2006/10/20/for_crying_out_loud~1241695/Fri, 20 Oct 2006 10:48:35 +0200 <p>I hate this machine. No, correction, I loathe and despise every circuit, wire and all the other gubbins that go into a computer.</p> <p>I thought I was being clever by typing my blog on Word ready to copy and paste it here. Things were going great, I had a bit of a morning rant about alarm clocks that had it in for me, kids that look like they've slept in their clothes and waking up with my dog's paw in my face because he's decided he needs more of the bed and has stretched out.</p> <p>It was a good blog, witty, caustic and sarcastic. A great blog in fact, even if I do say so myself. I read it through, corrected mistakes and then went to press save....</p> <p>...The fucker VANISHED. In a blink of an eye the whole damn lot disappeared off my screen (something I wish Ant and Dec were capable of doing...annoying little bastards). I know damn well I didn't erase it, so where the fricking buggery did the thing go.</p> <p>What makes it worse is you can't ever remember exactly what you've typed and when you try to recreate it, it's just a pile of shite.</p> <p>Excuse the profanity, but I'm really jarred off with the whole incident. I'm off to make a meez to cheer myself up. Everyone else has one so I want one too *stamps foot*</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2006/10/20/for_crying_out_loud~1241695/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2006/10/20/for_crying_out_loud~1241695/#commentshttp://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2006/10/19/don_t_speak_too_soon~1240722/tag:makemineadouble.blog.co.uk,2006-10-19:/2006/10/19/don_t_speak_too_soon~1240722/Thu, 19 Oct 2006 23:32:21 +0200 <p>I've been sat here thinking that something is different about tonight, but I couldn't put my finger on it until just now.</p> <p>It's quiet.</p> <p>What's so unusual about that? Well, usually the silence round here is shattered every night by the Hound of the Baskervilles next door. They have a dog, a big dog...make that a massive dog and ordinarily the damn thing is outside barking it's heart out.</p> <p>It barks morning, noon and night. It has been known to bark at two in the morning before now, usually when it's owner is pissed and has slung it out and in those cases the barking is accompanied by loud music, shouting and banging of doors.</p> <p>But I haven't heard it since about eight tonight so obviously the poor animal is where it wants to be. Inside and warm. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2006/10/19/don_t_speak_too_soon~1240722/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2006/10/19/don_t_speak_too_soon~1240722/#commentshttp://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2006/10/19/maybe_i_should_watch_what_i_say~1240522/tag:makemineadouble.blog.co.uk,2006-10-19:/2006/10/19/maybe_i_should_watch_what_i_say~1240522/Thu, 19 Oct 2006 22:24:49 +0200 <p>My bloke has some serious paranoia issues. </p> <p>We were watching a programme and the main character said she thought one girl may have strangled or choked another. All I said to that was<br> "Women don't have the upper body strength to strangle someone"</p> <p>It was a throw-away comment on my part and I thought no more about it until I realised he had gone very quiet. He looked at me strangely and said<br> "You've really thought about that haven't you? No, you have, haven't you? Done some serious thinking about it?"</p> <p>To which I replied (please bear in mind that I wasn't really paying attention to the effect said comments were having on him)<br> "Well, they could but they'd need something like a rope or washing line...a pair of tights even".</p> <p>Again, stunned silence. Then he muttered something about sleeping with one eye open from now on. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2006/10/19/maybe_i_should_watch_what_i_say~1240522/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2006/10/19/maybe_i_should_watch_what_i_say~1240522/#commentshttp://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2006/10/19/title~1239148/tag:makemineadouble.blog.co.uk,2006-10-19:/2006/10/19/title~1239148/Thu, 19 Oct 2006 16:15:04 +0200 <p>I decided today to give the sculpting a rest and tackle the daunting task of cleaning my hormonal, angst-ridden teenage son's room. I'm beginning to wish I hadn't stepped through the door to what I now believe to be another dimension, or possibly Hell.</p> <p>Squalid, is one word that springs to mind. A large pile of fetid, unwashed clothes sat on the floor staring accusingly at me and I swear I saw it move. How he can sleep in that pit is beyond me. Think of the worst stereotypical student accomodation you can, add a hint of boarded up squat to the mix and then times it by 100 and you're probably close to the sight and smell of it. </p> <p>Kim and Aggie would have a field day in there! I on the other hand wimped out. I picked up the clothes, plates, cups and everything else I could bear to touch and closed the door behind me. </p> <p>I left him a note on the door telling him to sort it out pretty sharpish or else. I expect it will be ignored in favour of far more important things like sulking, shouting , listening to music at eardrum shattering levels and playing his PSP.</p> <p>But then again he'll have to find the PSP first, won't he? He'll have to go through all his stuff to look for it and maybe he'll tidy up as he goes along.</p> <p>After all, there's no telling where he left it...it certainly isn't hidden in my airing cupboard under the towels. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2006/10/19/title~1239148/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2006/10/19/title~1239148/#commentshttp://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2006/10/19/hate_mongers~1238725/tag:makemineadouble.blog.co.uk,2006-10-19:/2006/10/19/hate_mongers~1238725/Thu, 19 Oct 2006 14:21:07 +0200 <p>I got a leaflet from the BNP today bitching about immigration. I quickly read it and I opened my door to give the hate monger a piece of my mind, unfortunately he was nowhere to be seen. Typical really, spout off racist filth and then slink back under the rock they crawled out of.</p> <p>For those who didn't get one this is the last couple of paragraphs...<br> <blockquote> <p>WE SAY NO! The British National Party will STOP all further immigration and "asylum seeking".<br> A future BNP government will give immigrants here who want to go back the opportunity of volutary resettlement with cash incentives whereby immigrants will be encouraged, but not forced, to return to their lands of native origin.<br> Those who want to stay are welcome to do so, provided they obey our laws and accept that Britain must stay British.</p></blockquote> <p>Fucking charming people. How nice of them to give their permission to people to stay in the country as long as they abandon their culture and beliefs. </p> <p>What I want to know is what immigrants do they mean? Just the recent ones or are they including the ones that came here 50 years ago, the families of those that came here 100 years ago or are they talking about all descendants of the children born following the Roman invasion and the Vikings pillages. After all, there must be a few of them knocking about Britain. What about India? Wasn't that a part of the British Empire at one stage? So technically wouldn't they be British citizens?</p> <p>What they seem to have forgotten is that people have been coming to this country since they learnt to build boats and cross oceans. Maybe the Britsh Nazi...sorry... National Party should really check the history books. </p> <p>I'm not naive, I know there are some who come here just to ride the benefit train, but there are many others that just want a chance at a normal life without persecution because of colour, religion and the many other reasons people are losing their lives for on a daily basis.</p> <p>But then again, maybe I should just phone all the black members of my extended family and tell them they have to "go home" to their native lands because the BNP don't want their type here. </p> <p>Why can't they say what they mean? They don't want Britain to stay "British" they want it to stay white. It's not a noble cause,it's racism...simple as that. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2006/10/19/hate_mongers~1238725/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2006/10/19/hate_mongers~1238725/#commentshttp://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2006/10/14/blah_blah_blah~1221650/tag:makemineadouble.blog.co.uk,2006-10-14:/2006/10/14/blah_blah_blah~1221650/Sat, 14 Oct 2006 19:52:57 +0200 <p>That is exactly what I hear when the other half is giving me grief. I switch off and all that registers is a kind of droning, nasal sound reminiscent of white noise.</p> <p>What makes him think for one second that I'm interested in listening to some sort of bitch-fest about things that I have no control over? So I nod my head and agree, when all the time I'm wishing that he came with a mute button so I can hear the telly and not him.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2006/10/14/blah_blah_blah~1221650/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://makemineadouble.blog.co.uk/2006/10/14/blah_blah_blah~1221650/#comments