NOTA~the gingernut diaries :-)

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Goodness me, surely these kiddies are up past bedtime... adults don't constantly need to talk about tits & bollox do they... meh, I can see those any time and I like just talking bollox not about 'em.



Well, apart from talking bollox I have been discussing weird drinks, this is after seeing a post on yet another forum and remembering a long ago chat with some Polish colleagues.
Namely Kefir and Kombucha.

Now, I believe I've tasted the kefir one at work years ago... I think it's a sort of generous version of those little healthy yoghurt crappy things that people like to waste money on. It's not too bad, it was a strawberry version I had.

The other one I've not tried, but it looks fun to make... actually it looks like something left in the fridge to go a bit mouldy but I'll try it one day. I'll have to see if any of my eastern European mates can get hold of some commercial brew first. Bugger me they all troop back home for Christmas so someone should be able to get some.

Making them seems to consist of bunging a secret ingredient into some milk or sugary liquid and waiting a lot. It's a bit like ginger beer I suppose, you get some happy fermenting going on and hey presto you have endless amounts of dodgy looking drink that you will consume because you made it.

Just like back in the day when everyone I knew had a demijohn of stuff bubbling away in the airing cupboard. This was usually wine, well... I say wine but it always tasted crap as far as I could tell when I was young and was allowed a sip. Maybe that's why I never liked wine ever since...


Meh, cider is better anyway.

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Ahh, the simple error of having a crap ringtone can have amusing consequences. There's one of the chaps here, does sales or some other underhand similar job... anyway, he was lurking in my office earlier and when his phone rang it did the theme to some spaghetti western type of thing.

Now, thanks to some happy downloading on the company wireless my devious lot are armed with an amusing app that does guitar sounds when you flap away at the screen of your phone. So, lucky him, every time he passes the ginger office he gets greeted with a riot of flamenco and a chorus of-

"Whooba... it's El Steveo"

It's nearly caused me to choke on my mid morning hobnob it's that funny.



Of course, you might have to be here to find it funny but I just thought I'd mention it.


I was run off the road earlier by a snow plough...
"w*****"
I muttered through gritted teeth.

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I sent above joke to the usual victims today, about half of them got the idea. Half of them text back questions about how I am, is the car broken etc...

I don't know what's worse, the fact that today's joke was so crap 50% didn't understand or all the fuss it caused.
I hate people fussing over me... I do the fussing and no-one is allowed to fuss back.

It'll be a better joke tomorrow.

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Busy doing pics this afternoon... it's a good time of year for someone that paints in the dark.

What's not so good is being disturbed. By what you may wonder... bloomin blokes!!

Fk me, last year I couldn't really be arsed with geezers cluttering up my life what with my new(ish) house. This year, well since the summer... I can't move for chaps everywhere. It must be some weird aura I've developed as even the company perv (and he's a proper man-tart) is hanging around like some lost puppy all the bloomin time, making jokes & swatting me with clipboards (production managers always have to have clipboards handy). I'm used to a certain amount of dicking about with that one after five years of working for the same companies but he's gone a bit mental I think. Unlucky for him no-one would touch his with any length of barge-pole precisely because of his man-tart ways. Northerners, a strange lot.

Where's my quiet life gone...? Meh, next time I'm moving to a real castle.



Now, I'm going to waffle on about water for a mo, look away if you're expecting an exciting read about fighting off space mushrooms armed with sharpened celery sticks or something.


There's something strange going on with the water here. It's normally as hard as a pebble anyway but over the last couple of weeks I've noticed it's more difficult to get the washing up done, it only happens properly when loads of washing up liquid goes in for plenty of sudsy fun with cleaning.
According to the Anglian water report the hardness has not changed at all (well, up until last Sept) with a total hardness of 2.78 or CaCO3 278 mg/l. I don't know how often they test as I can't be arsed reading pages of numbers, probably as often as I decide to pay the money grabbing tossers I expect.
As I don't test for that for my fish I don't really worry, but I do test for NO3 as most fishkeepers do, and even the water company report says it varies from 10.4 to 21 mg/l... which I think is a bit generous as I've seen it higher.


And that is why I now have to use more bubble bath... grrrrrrrr.

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I was never one for doing typing... hence I only have a limited amount I can be arsed to do each day. Quota has pretty much been used up already...

Tune in tomorrow for live reports of Christmas shopping and getting accosted by people that know me but I don't recognise.



I can also reveal that next avi 40-32 seems to have no clothes on at this moment in time... I might give her some though, it's a bit chilly.

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Goodness me I'm never going to get to the free parking spaces at this rate...



Top tip - never go shopping with a mate that has offered his teen son a trip too. He's still in bed as they do.

Bollox, I'm leaving soon whether they're ready or not.

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It's now nearly half F****** nine...

Meh, the getting up gene doesn't kick in until you're about twenty anyway.

We're off to the shops.

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Fk sake, I'll just hang about here until the weirdos have buggered off I think.


Anyway, today I wandered about the exciting and well ordered town/city shopping centre in MK and all was good. My mate ended up buying some lacy undies and some jewellery for his partner as I thought he would.
I now have a mini remote control helicopter, a slide whistle, some more pics of the froggy clock they have there and some expensive soap.

Heh heh, these remote control toys are everywhere now, meh... I knew people would catch on eventually.

The concrete cows have been moved into the shopping centre and the big fountain has disappeared. Ahh, they like changing things down that part of the world. I did like living there but it did get on my nerves a bit too.


I went in that Lush shop where a simple bar of soap costs £millions and was hanging about in the corner sniffing all the products like you do, when I was pounced upon (not literally) by a lady there admiring my hat... a bit of chat later and I depart with some soap called "Goddess" and some free chunks of henna. It was a fair exchange.

I did buy some toys for my little niece too...

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<edit> I'll mostly hang about on the astro forum instead.

[Joyofsox]

Weightlessly?

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Effortlessly.

Ah, and I thought we were a mad bunch on there, but this place is more mad than an angry bee having a bad sting day.

[billybun]

Hello dear one hopes one is well.
Wishing you a good weekend while the weather warms up for a few days.
It has been an exciting week ,with corrie and eastenders lol .
big hug x

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Hello dear one hopes one is well.
Wishing you a good weekend while the weather warms up for a few days.
It has been an exciting week ,with corrie and eastenders lol .
big hug x

Ah, hello...

Yes, all is very well ta. Not because of the telly though.

Hope you have a good weekend too.

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Meh, I was happily dabbling about with some paints for a while but geezer next door must have decided to knock a wall down or something judging by all the crashing going on... it's about the only noise that I ever hear from them lot, the walls must be about two ft thick, ha, it'll take him a while then.

I am now pottering around in the kitchen instead. Oh, and I seem to have fired up the monster speakers too, which makes this sound fkn ace...


Eeeeeeaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!



And might scare even the most determined DIY nut into submission.

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Feeding time at Castle NOTA has ended. Mate has tootled off home and I now have a poncey mountain bike lurking in the hallway which is sort of wrapped up. To be delivered by Santa (or possibly me if he's busy feeding reindeer) on Christmas morning. As my mate and her husband live in a two bed apartment there's nowhere to hide it from little person prying eyes so I'm looking after the thing.

Where they're going to store it when it's there I don't know, not my problem... they need some sheds or something.


Good old Anita, always guaranteed a laugh though... mostly from tales of that battle re-enactment group they hang about with. I had no idea you could do such things with a cannon.
I can't say running around a muddy field shouting a lot and waving a pike around is my sort of thing but they seem to enjoy it. And you get free entry to some events too.


Time for some interweb mooching to find some mad & happy chat and get some painting ideas while I wait for it to get quiet.

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Blimey, I've just taken part in one of those "coffee meet screen" exchange of posts with one of the ace regular forum clowns about crap old toys...

I would condense it down to pop on here but I've pretty much lost interest in the FF twilight zone now... it's like talking to yourself and I F****** well can do that any time.
I'm on-line for happy stuff.

Right, it's nice and quiet so I can begin work...

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I've had about three hours kip... food & coffee needs to go in and then I can have a bit more of a nap. After I have found some on-line chortles and read my e-mails.


If anyone calls/tries to wake me I will chuck a bucket of water out of the window on them.



Woot, less than a week to go.