|i've become an annoying phone-picture-taker. thanks blogging.|
Also, you get to buy glossy magazines with pretty pictures inside to stuff in your brain while you sit still inside a metal tube as it hurtles through space and time. Because what the hell else are you going to do.
|super prepared. yes that iPod is from 1972|
Oh Comely is pretty cool, and not as overbearingly quirky and cupcakes-and-bunting-and-teadresses-obsessed as i thought it would be (though not a patch on last time, when I got my hands on Baku - tagline: 'Arts. Culture. Azerbaijan.') (also, may have got confused into buying Vogue by Lana del Rey's weirdawesome face, sigh. Their writing competition for 2012 is up and running, is anyone thinking of entering? I always mean to and then always accidentally-on-purpose miss the deadline).
Plus I had a fun week in Sheffield, despite the boy being a limpy mess and hopped off his nut on tramadol after his operation. In fact maybe because of, just for the amusement of him doing stuff like waking me up at 5am to ask if I'd fed the sharks. Tee hee. Not to mention obviously the REAL reason for my going to Yorkshire, which was always to pick up some more Henderson's Relish.
|we got a thing going on.|
So. ANYWAY. Anyone else a fan of cross-country rail? What do you read/listen to on the train/plane/automobile? Do you ever like to spend a week in bed amusing yourself with prescription pain relief, Toblerone, wine and Lethal Weapon movies? Are you entering the British Vogue writing competition 2012??