HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! Actually this time :)
I hope you have an amazing day!
Thank you my boaty-friend! xxx
February 2011
My kinda guy
- Interviewer: What are you wearing?
- Andrew Garfield: A suit and tie.
- Me: Are you texting Ben?
- Claire: Yes.
- Me: Is that wise?
- Claire: No.
One of my biggest fears is waking up one day and finding that I'm, say, 16 and the last seven years never happened and I have to go through them again
My Costa receipt says:
“Why not try out velvety vannilla latte next time”
Four reasons:
1. You spelt “vanilla” wrong.
2. You didn’t use a question mark.
3. You used the word “velvety”.
4. I don’t like latte.
Dear Women,
Dear Women,
For too long now we’ve misunderstood each other. We are both rational creatures—to a point—but due to our unique hormonal makeups we act in ways that baffle each other. This will never stop, of course, but we can each attempt to shed some light on our thoughts and actions in an effort to understand each other more. Speaking for men, allow me to say…
When we go out to dinner, it’s perfectly fine to order the same thing as we do. You, too, can get the chicken if that’s what you want. We don’t mind. We’d rather eat our entire meal than trade plates halfway through and eat the rest of something neither of us really wanted.
A side salad as your main course isn’t a meal and instead of making us think you’re skinny or have a small appetite, it makes us think you’re a liar. Which you are, if you pretend that a side salad is what you really wanted to eat for dinner.
Letting us eat the last stick, popper, wing, finger, fry or ring is, to us, a silent gesture of caring and kindness that will not be easily forgotten.
And let us pay. We like to pay. It makes us feel like our fathers: responsible, chivalrous, successful. Don’t argue with us over splitting the check, even if you’re doing it so as to not confirm the meal as a date. No guy, upon being turned down for a second date, has ever thought, “But things were going so well! She let me pay!”
After a while, though, you can pay. We like a free meal as much as anyone.
The three magic words that every writer wants to hear: "What Happens Next?"
Jasper Fforde is a god.
Libya
Did you hear the one about the two military pilots told to fly over the cities and bomb the protestors? After taking their orders, they got in their planes, flew to Malta where they landed, point blank refusing to kill their own people.
I love that.
Bloggin’ about the state of the world: http://afterthenoughties.wordpress.com/2011/02/24/the-global-village/
