Dexter is very cute. There we sit every Sunday afternoon watching a few more episodes. We can overlook the serial killer aspect coz well, he has some morals...and besides, he's a bit easy on the eye.
Dexter the kitten on the other hand is very very cute but very very annoying. Wherever you walk in the house there's this kitten trying to stand on your foot. His eyes notice every little movement and pounce on anything that stays still long enough for him to catch it - including arms legs fingers toes...
Tilly has learned to tolerate him but he tests her patience on minutely basis, trying to fight her...she makes the best noises and swipes him across the face with a bigger heavier and stronger paw, but he just comes back fighting!
Last week I was mostly being immobile. I had a bit of a cold the week before and apparently the virus spread to my muscles and I was unable to move my neck. I struggled into work for 2 days before it took over my arm and back and I couldn't even get out of bed without taking a few pain killers. The doctor couldn't give me anything to treat it because of the blood pressure tablets I'm taking. So my days were spent on the sofa, with a heat pad around my neck and painkillers close to hand. Pain killers that knocked me out within 10 minutes of taking them. It's a wonder I managed to watch any of the shield at all! And lucky I was at home coz I had a wall of stench around me caused my regular applications of Tiger Balm. None of this had any effect on my pain or my ability to move mind you, but psychologically I felt like I was doing something!
So finally by the weekend I had some mobility in my neck and I left my house for the first time in 3 days and went round to visit the cats, and my boyfriend, and play guitar hero. I've even progressed onto medium and laughed at my former week younger self who couldn't even complete a song on easy!
Incidentally my boyfriend, really is the best boyfriend ever. He brought me round some emergency milk rations midweek and made me a cuppa. It's the little things that matter you know!
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Monday, 15 June 2009
Tuesday, 14 April 2009
I find your lack of faith disturbing
Oh yes, being from Liverpool I am naturally very well cultured.
On Friday night for instance, I went to see the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra perform at the O2 Arena in London....ok the fact they were performing the music from Star Wars is irrelevant. They were breathtaking.
After the Fox Fanfare brought down the curtains and the words "A long time ago in a galaxy far far away...." appeared on screen and the opening bars of the Star Wars theme rang out I promptly started to cry.
There were hundreds, (or at least it looked like hundreds) of musicians on the stage, all in their formal attire, the conductor at the front leading them...playing Star Wars music. It was just awesome. Well I can't summon the words to describe how awesome it was, given that I claim most things to be awesome....this was Uber Awesome!
The Royal Philharmonic Orchestra... Well ok that doesn't mean that much to me either, but apparently in terms of Philharmonic Orchestras the Royal is like at the top of the premiership.
It may have been the least formal crowd they have played to; lots of nerdy middle-aged men wearing tshirts with slogans like "Han shot first" or R2/D2 in the AC/DC style font or various storm trooper or Darth Vader images. Stormtroopers walking across the zebra crossing like on the Abbey Road album cover.
Members from the 501st legion (group of enthusiasts across the world who have full on Star Wars costumes and turn up at these public events) turned up to pose for photos with the crowd...I hung back slightly from Darth Vader and his imperial guards...I don't care that he's just a man in a suit...he's terrifying. But I was loving the Storm Troopers. They really are pretty damn sexy looking!
Speaking of scary I've affectionately started calling my boyfriends cat Darth Tilly, because she combines that sort of menacing all in black ensemble (broken up by a collar of bling) with eyes that stare right through you, and if you could hear her thoughts she would speak in the same voice as Stewie off Family Guy.
I am convinced she is trying to kill me. Maybe in a blind fit of jealous rage that I'm taking attention away from her. I wake up in the night unable to breathe coz she's sleeping on my chest. She walks under my feet when I'm carrying hot tea up the stairs, and she hangs off my feet when they stick out the end of the bed. I am scratched to bits. Although admittedly, while i'm being punished for taking his attention, he is being punished even more for giving me attention...when he drinks tea it starts squirting out of him from all the punture wounds!!
Aw but then we get on the sofa under the red blanket and she comes and curls up on our knee and headbutts us to make us stroke her and she purrs so loud we have to crank up the volume on the tv.
So really, while she might err on the dark side, there's still some good in her!
On Friday night for instance, I went to see the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra perform at the O2 Arena in London....ok the fact they were performing the music from Star Wars is irrelevant. They were breathtaking.
After the Fox Fanfare brought down the curtains and the words "A long time ago in a galaxy far far away...." appeared on screen and the opening bars of the Star Wars theme rang out I promptly started to cry.
There were hundreds, (or at least it looked like hundreds) of musicians on the stage, all in their formal attire, the conductor at the front leading them...playing Star Wars music. It was just awesome. Well I can't summon the words to describe how awesome it was, given that I claim most things to be awesome....this was Uber Awesome!
The Royal Philharmonic Orchestra... Well ok that doesn't mean that much to me either, but apparently in terms of Philharmonic Orchestras the Royal is like at the top of the premiership.
It may have been the least formal crowd they have played to; lots of nerdy middle-aged men wearing tshirts with slogans like "Han shot first" or R2/D2 in the AC/DC style font or various storm trooper or Darth Vader images. Stormtroopers walking across the zebra crossing like on the Abbey Road album cover.
Members from the 501st legion (group of enthusiasts across the world who have full on Star Wars costumes and turn up at these public events) turned up to pose for photos with the crowd...I hung back slightly from Darth Vader and his imperial guards...I don't care that he's just a man in a suit...he's terrifying. But I was loving the Storm Troopers. They really are pretty damn sexy looking!
Speaking of scary I've affectionately started calling my boyfriends cat Darth Tilly, because she combines that sort of menacing all in black ensemble (broken up by a collar of bling) with eyes that stare right through you, and if you could hear her thoughts she would speak in the same voice as Stewie off Family Guy.
I am convinced she is trying to kill me. Maybe in a blind fit of jealous rage that I'm taking attention away from her. I wake up in the night unable to breathe coz she's sleeping on my chest. She walks under my feet when I'm carrying hot tea up the stairs, and she hangs off my feet when they stick out the end of the bed. I am scratched to bits. Although admittedly, while i'm being punished for taking his attention, he is being punished even more for giving me attention...when he drinks tea it starts squirting out of him from all the punture wounds!!
Aw but then we get on the sofa under the red blanket and she comes and curls up on our knee and headbutts us to make us stroke her and she purrs so loud we have to crank up the volume on the tv.
So really, while she might err on the dark side, there's still some good in her!
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