J: Bushra, could you put that on your weblog without getting into trouble?
me: What do YOU think?
me: What do YOU think?
what yer going to be doing fer yer bank holiday?
noisy office person #1: bring alcohol and a friend.
#2: alcohol is my only friend!
noisy office person #1: bring alcohol and a friend.
#2: alcohol is my only friend!
in the kitchen yesterday, eating at the table with the dad and brother #4, sister #2 standing at the sink. we must have been sitting there for oh ten minutes, the dad reading his paper, when:
the dad: oh. you know that brother #5 has been in a car accident, don't you?
me/brother #4: eh?! what where when?
the dad: his car is a write-off, some guy drove into it, sent him straight into a field.
me: but brother #5 is okay?
the dad: he'll be okay.
me: see that's the bit you should be telling me first!
a hit-and-run even. guy drives into brother #5, gets out saying 'yeah, your fault, mate, your fault.' and when people who'd seen the whole thing challenged him about it he drove off. but they'd gotten his details anyway. brother #5 has hurt his neck and back and won't be working for 8 weeks.
also: Why we enjoy telling people off: People genuinely enjoy telling others off if they have done something wrong, according to scientists.
they're talking about the dad, i'm sure of it.
the dad: oh. you know that brother #5 has been in a car accident, don't you?
me/brother #4: eh?! what where when?
the dad: his car is a write-off, some guy drove into it, sent him straight into a field.
me: but brother #5 is okay?
the dad: he'll be okay.
me: see that's the bit you should be telling me first!
a hit-and-run even. guy drives into brother #5, gets out saying 'yeah, your fault, mate, your fault.' and when people who'd seen the whole thing challenged him about it he drove off. but they'd gotten his details anyway. brother #5 has hurt his neck and back and won't be working for 8 weeks.
also: Why we enjoy telling people off: People genuinely enjoy telling others off if they have done something wrong, according to scientists.
they're talking about the dad, i'm sure of it.
both from the BBC News Online Health pages:
Messy homes 'cause messy minds:' Growing up in a chaotic home may be bad for children's minds, a study suggests.
Clean houses 'may trigger asthma:' Parents striving to keep a spotless house may unwittingly be triggering asthma in their children, a study says.
i'm not confused. honest i'm not.
Messy homes 'cause messy minds:' Growing up in a chaotic home may be bad for children's minds, a study suggests.
Clean houses 'may trigger asthma:' Parents striving to keep a spotless house may unwittingly be triggering asthma in their children, a study says.
i'm not confused. honest i'm not.
two of the office people hit the 'balti triangle' yesterday. #1 is a birmingham resident, #2 isn't. birmingham resident insisted on showing t'other around birmingham last night, and they checked out some asian dress shops too. just overheard:
'we'll have to ask bushra what she thinks...'
(are ya sure you wanna do that?) anyway that's not the point. #2 was telling us about how they were parking and they saw a couple of asian guys shaking hands.
#1: d'you think my car will be ok here?
#2: i should think so, they look like they've already shook hands on another one.
d'you think i should tell them to check out the restaurant on ladypool road, site of a couple of shootings in its time? if you stop and look you can still see bulletholes in the wall, very craply plastered over.
'we'll have to ask bushra what she thinks...'
(are ya sure you wanna do that?) anyway that's not the point. #2 was telling us about how they were parking and they saw a couple of asian guys shaking hands.
#1: d'you think my car will be ok here?
#2: i should think so, they look like they've already shook hands on another one.
d'you think i should tell them to check out the restaurant on ladypool road, site of a couple of shootings in its time? if you stop and look you can still see bulletholes in the wall, very craply plastered over.
for J and K: Which Battle Royale Character are You?
just so you know, i got:
"Why!?!...STOP..STOP!!"
- #3 Kenai
[via parallax view]
just so you know, i got:
"Why!?!...STOP..STOP!!"
- #3 Kenai
[via parallax view]
office neighbour #2: so how are you today, bushra?
me: all better, because the mother attacked my neck three times yesterday!
#2: ...
headache on monday, because my neck was all stiff. i knew that. the mother knew that and she kind of fixed my neck. but the 'detox' dad was having none of it, and i had to take fibre pills (i know), acidophilus and some enzyme pill with betaine HCI (er, what?). so sure my headache is all gone but now my stomach feels all bleh. wait til i see the dad.
you know when someone wa-a-a-ay over at the other end of the office is laughing over the phone but they sound like they're sobbing their eyes out? that.
look at this house. [on runswithscissors].
me: all better, because the mother attacked my neck three times yesterday!
#2: ...
headache on monday, because my neck was all stiff. i knew that. the mother knew that and she kind of fixed my neck. but the 'detox' dad was having none of it, and i had to take fibre pills (i know), acidophilus and some enzyme pill with betaine HCI (er, what?). so sure my headache is all gone but now my stomach feels all bleh. wait til i see the dad.
you know when someone wa-a-a-ay over at the other end of the office is laughing over the phone but they sound like they're sobbing their eyes out? that.
look at this house. [on runswithscissors].
don't talk to me. just don't.
i found out today that sister #2 broke my mug yesterday. my 'crowne plaza hotels and resorts' mug. every summer/christmas visit she's looked at my mug and said 'amazing how this hasn't broken yet.' apparently she dropped it while i was out at work. niece #1 confirmed it. niece #1, who would grass on her own grandmother if it got her brownie points, didn't bother to tell me until today. i suppose i had it coming. three years ago i made it perfectly clear to sister #2 that there was no way i'd be changing nappies belonging to any of the nephews. no way.
i found out today that sister #2 broke my mug yesterday. my 'crowne plaza hotels and resorts' mug. every summer/christmas visit she's looked at my mug and said 'amazing how this hasn't broken yet.' apparently she dropped it while i was out at work. niece #1 confirmed it. niece #1, who would grass on her own grandmother if it got her brownie points, didn't bother to tell me until today. i suppose i had it coming. three years ago i made it perfectly clear to sister #2 that there was no way i'd be changing nappies belonging to any of the nephews. no way.
how pretty is this blog header?
S and i bought yorkie bars at lunchtime.
S: do you know, there's almost 400 calories in this pack o'yorkie? that's almost the same as me lunch!
me: really...wow...ah well never mind.
i only managed one piece. chocolate tastes so weird these days.
S and i bought yorkie bars at lunchtime.
S: do you know, there's almost 400 calories in this pack o'yorkie? that's almost the same as me lunch!
me: really...wow...ah well never mind.
i only managed one piece. chocolate tastes so weird these days.
some office person using one of the hot desks today has set his phone ringtone as the theme tune to the clangers. three times it rang at level 5 this morning. three times.
office neighbour: what is that?
me: it's someone unable to let go of their childhood.
office neighbour: d'you know, i think you might be stressed out.
sure i have those sonic the hedgehog ringtones on my phone, but they're not set up as alerts, innit.
office neighbour: what is that?
me: it's someone unable to let go of their childhood.
office neighbour: d'you know, i think you might be stressed out.
sure i have those sonic the hedgehog ringtones on my phone, but they're not set up as alerts, innit.
sometimes it's like the whole phase where good muslim and pakistani girls (like me) learn how to behave in front of 'elders' completely skipped me and went straight to sister #4 instead. (we don't actually call them 'respected elders' on account of their awful gossiping habits, examples include 'how much is your car? how much do you get paid? you're going to marry so and so aren't you?') things i forget to do include:
- not laughing out loud.
- cover my head with a scarf when random uncles, or the dad's old friends visit (though really i should, standard greeting is that they place their hands on your head. which is annoying. there's this one uncle who when he does this totally ruins your hair, man! and he knows it!).
anyway. yesterday we had some people drop by. sister #4 was like all calm and ladylike, me i could be seen in the garden organising riots with the nieces and nephews. but when sister #4 found out brother #4 had been smoking in the bathroom, and used the brand new bathtub as his ashtray she totally lost it:
sister #5: tell her to stop it, there's visitors here!
me: ah, she doesn't care.
sister #5: stop it sister #4, there's visitors here!
sister #4: i don't CARE!
me: told ya.
scene right in the middle of the house, sister #4 screaming and slapping brother #4 who just stood there going 'wha? wha?'
- not laughing out loud.
- cover my head with a scarf when random uncles, or the dad's old friends visit (though really i should, standard greeting is that they place their hands on your head. which is annoying. there's this one uncle who when he does this totally ruins your hair, man! and he knows it!).
anyway. yesterday we had some people drop by. sister #4 was like all calm and ladylike, me i could be seen in the garden organising riots with the nieces and nephews. but when sister #4 found out brother #4 had been smoking in the bathroom, and used the brand new bathtub as his ashtray she totally lost it:
sister #5: tell her to stop it, there's visitors here!
me: ah, she doesn't care.
sister #5: stop it sister #4, there's visitors here!
sister #4: i don't CARE!
me: told ya.
scene right in the middle of the house, sister #4 screaming and slapping brother #4 who just stood there going 'wha? wha?'
niece #2 has always had, er, tummy problems. i found her hiding in one of the rooms upstairs, obviously in pain. so i took her to the toilet and made her sit there whether she liked it or not. then i needed to run and get some of these. brother #4 is buzzing around as i start looking under beds and in cupboards to find them:
him: seen my shirt?
me: i'm in the middle of something right now, and trust me, you don't want to know what it is!
him: but i need to find my shirt! wait! where are you going? (follows me until i get to the toilet) actually no, maybe i don't need to know what you're doing.
him: seen my shirt?
me: i'm in the middle of something right now, and trust me, you don't want to know what it is!
him: but i need to find my shirt! wait! where are you going? (follows me until i get to the toilet) actually no, maybe i don't need to know what you're doing.
it was brother #5's birthday yesterday, but he was nowhere to be found. so it didn't matter that i left work too late to get him anything. useless information. no, what you want to hear about is how a dispute between sister #5 and me (plus sister #4) resulted in a mad chase to the garden in the middle of the night and the winner (that's me, of course) shouting in my new foghorn voice: 'bushra-1, sister #5-nil!'
should the Blogger Navbar stay, or go?
should the Blogger Navbar stay, or go?
a few minutes to kill before another meeting. i suppose i could be doing other work things, but they need a lot more thinking than what's available in two minutes.
throat is getting sore and i'm slowly. losing. my. voice.
throat is getting sore and i'm slowly. losing. my. voice.
nephew #2 will not give up when it comes to keys, give him the keys, any keys! this evening he tried to get brother #2 while he ate dinner:
nephew #2: give me the keys?
brother #2: no.
nephew #2: i want the ke-e-e-e-eys.
brother #2: these are the keys to my audi.
nephew #2: my dad's got an audi.
brother #2: no he hasn't. these keys are mine, they're for my car.
nephew #2: yeah so what? do you want me to throw a party in the street?
almost as sarcastic as the office neighbour, who was waiting for me to show up at friday's meeting:
me: bet you didn't think i'd turn up, huh?
her: well, we did have our fingers crossed.
me: i asked for that. that was good. you should be more sarcastic, it gives you an edge.
her: nooooo! i don't want to have an edge!
me: er, well ok.
nephew #2: give me the keys?
brother #2: no.
nephew #2: i want the ke-e-e-e-eys.
brother #2: these are the keys to my audi.
nephew #2: my dad's got an audi.
brother #2: no he hasn't. these keys are mine, they're for my car.
nephew #2: yeah so what? do you want me to throw a party in the street?
almost as sarcastic as the office neighbour, who was waiting for me to show up at friday's meeting:
me: bet you didn't think i'd turn up, huh?
her: well, we did have our fingers crossed.
me: i asked for that. that was good. you should be more sarcastic, it gives you an edge.
her: nooooo! i don't want to have an edge!
me: er, well ok.
brian: how often do you see pictures of cats dancing, eh? Not. Often. Enough.
scooter: bring on the dancing cats.
so i put the pictures of the dancing cats online. while i was looking 'em up i found a few other ones that were a bit odd. and then i found some more, and then some more, and well, see for yourself...
scooter: bring on the dancing cats.
so i put the pictures of the dancing cats online. while i was looking 'em up i found a few other ones that were a bit odd. and then i found some more, and then some more, and well, see for yourself...
me: anyway. you'll be pleased to know i sent off my job application. only i forgot to remove my email signature. which will direct the user to my blog.
J: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.
Ah well. It's good to practise filling in the forms, innit.
J: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.
Ah well. It's good to practise filling in the forms, innit.
me: Here's a picture of brother #4 posing on some rocks. He took brother #1's picnic blanket (I know) and tied it round his neck like a cape.
J: That's a good picture. It looks as if it should have the caption: 'The
Midlander's family says he has been held without charge for three years in Guantanamo Bay'.
me: That's a good caption.
J: That's a good picture. It looks as if it should have the caption: 'The
Midlander's family says he has been held without charge for three years in Guantanamo Bay'.
me: That's a good caption.
looking back at this weeks blog so far i have to admit the posts are pretty boring. the thing is, if i blog about how crazy the house is, i'm going to have to mention how lately 99.9% of encounters with any member of the family usually leaves me wanting to er, knock their teeth out? on tuesday i managed to get paint on my clothes (we're redecorating) and was barked at by sisters #1, #2 and #4 for it. the dad told them off about it after he found me in the bathroom, unable to speak and close to tears, panicking because i couldn't find any paint remover.
i was going to get brother #4 for his mishaps yesterday morning, but the look on his face was one of pure terror. i guess that was enough really.
i was going to get brother #4 for his mishaps yesterday morning, but the look on his face was one of pure terror. i guess that was enough really.
When office work turns ugly: There are websites where you can post horror stories about aggressive, lewd, racist or sexist colleagues. Others proffer advice on how best to get your own back, with methods ranging from the prosaic, such as hiding stationery, to the outright dangerous - like spiking drinks with laxatives. These acts may seem trivial, but the problem with revenge is that if the cause of the resentment is not addressed, things can escalate very quickly. Small acts of defiance and theft can eventually lead to vandalism, malicious lawsuits, violence and even death.
where do i sign up?
where do i sign up?
no idea what that was all about.
today's meeting involved checking the oxford english dictionary for a definition of an 'aunt sally:'
Aunt Sally ['sæl?] noun plural: -lies) (British)
1 a figure of an old woman's head, typically with a clay pipe, used in fairgrounds and fêtes as a target for balls or other objects
2 any person who is a target for insults or criticism
3 something set up as a target for disagreement or attack
for the purposes of our meeting, number 3 was the definition we were working with.
work to do work to do.
today's meeting involved checking the oxford english dictionary for a definition of an 'aunt sally:'
Aunt Sally ['sæl?] noun plural: -lies) (British)
1 a figure of an old woman's head, typically with a clay pipe, used in fairgrounds and fêtes as a target for balls or other objects
2 any person who is a target for insults or criticism
3 something set up as a target for disagreement or attack
for the purposes of our meeting, number 3 was the definition we were working with.
work to do work to do.
Gateway Timeout
am i the only one who can't access http://www.fudgeit.org ?
S: all you ever do is blog-blog-blog-blog-blog!
am i the only one who can't access http://www.fudgeit.org ?
S: all you ever do is blog-blog-blog-blog-blog!
yep. changed things again. what d'you think of those pictures at the top? i've had my phone for nearly ten months now and didn't know the software came with lots of wallpapers and images. anyway, this bunch of pictures (called 'city') were the nicest looking ones you could find. there was also a scary set of pictures called 'cat dance'. well not scary, but then how often do you see pictures of cats dancing, eh?
niece #1 was given a salbutamol inhaler with volumatic spacer device about a week ago. the past couple of evenings she's asked me to help her out with it. so now you get niece #1 breathing into this plastic thing and me saying '1-2-3-1-1-2-3-2-1-2-3-3-1-2-3-4-1-2-3-5-1-2-3-6!' after three short breaths i have to send one puff from the inhaler into the spacer.
we had a bit of an audience by the time we were finished.
we had a bit of an audience by the time we were finished.
i just had to delete all this adware/spyware/crapware off my pc. this took up all the time i had allocated to a very important task on my list. so if you see brother #4 on your travels, send him home. because i'm going to kick his ass.
(if i'm not awake when he gets back, you can be sure i'll be getting him when i catch him asleep tomorrow morning. suggestions welcome, i was planning to chuck some raw eggs at him.)
(if i'm not awake when he gets back, you can be sure i'll be getting him when i catch him asleep tomorrow morning. suggestions welcome, i was planning to chuck some raw eggs at him.)
midwife: it's a boy!
sister #2: not another one!
in the kitchen right now. sisters #1 and #2 are frying food for brother #2 and washing up. they're discussing nephews #1 and #2, currently doing the rounds is a picture i took of them, they're pushing brother #5's car out of the driveway (don't tell them he was reversing).
me: did you hear what nephew #2 called the bugs in the garden? allah's creatures!
sister #2: i think niece #1 and #2 taught him that.
brother #2: i think the dad must have.
me: it's because i killed the ants, isn't it?
sister #2: it's funny, he used to be terrified of bugs before, now he just grabs them!
me: forget that. last week nephew #1 found this giant magpie feather in the garden and he put it in his mouth! i think he thought it was a lollipop.
sister #2: not another one!
in the kitchen right now. sisters #1 and #2 are frying food for brother #2 and washing up. they're discussing nephews #1 and #2, currently doing the rounds is a picture i took of them, they're pushing brother #5's car out of the driveway (don't tell them he was reversing).
me: did you hear what nephew #2 called the bugs in the garden? allah's creatures!
sister #2: i think niece #1 and #2 taught him that.
brother #2: i think the dad must have.
me: it's because i killed the ants, isn't it?
sister #2: it's funny, he used to be terrified of bugs before, now he just grabs them!
me: forget that. last week nephew #1 found this giant magpie feather in the garden and he put it in his mouth! i think he thought it was a lollipop.
three of us left in the office.
#1: you know when you leave at the end of the day, do you find it hard to switch off?
#2: i know a way to combat that, what i do is switch off at lunchtime...
#1: you know when you leave at the end of the day, do you find it hard to switch off?
#2: i know a way to combat that, what i do is switch off at lunchtime...
what i don't get...
is how when you send 3 documents to print, and each one is 3 megabytes, the printer status shows this print job is 96 megabytes.
is how when you send 3 documents to print, and each one is 3 megabytes, the printer status shows this print job is 96 megabytes.
niece #1's lower left central incisor has appeared. before her milk teeth have even made moves to fall out.
yesterday i found power tools lying on the floor upstairs. one jigsaw and a black and decker drill with a huge drill bit on the end, a flat wood one that leaves a 1in diameter hole in the wall. i picked them up to test if they were switched on (things were plugged in, but it was hard to tell, with all the wires everywhere). much machine noise. people can hear them from the kitchen.
brother #4: did you hear that?
sister #4: oh my god, it's one of the kids.
brother #4: oi! who's up there?
me: it's me, you moose.
brother #4: uh oh, everyone, bushra's gone pyscho!
me: i will when i see the dad...
i told him off without raising my voice once (it makes you look even better). because when you get told off by the dad you feel like crap after, so it's nice to be able to tell him off every now and then.
(and yes, i realise now i should have pretended to be nephew #1. i can copy his voice, easy.)
yesterday i found power tools lying on the floor upstairs. one jigsaw and a black and decker drill with a huge drill bit on the end, a flat wood one that leaves a 1in diameter hole in the wall. i picked them up to test if they were switched on (things were plugged in, but it was hard to tell, with all the wires everywhere). much machine noise. people can hear them from the kitchen.
brother #4: did you hear that?
sister #4: oh my god, it's one of the kids.
brother #4: oi! who's up there?
me: it's me, you moose.
brother #4: uh oh, everyone, bushra's gone pyscho!
me: i will when i see the dad...
i told him off without raising my voice once (it makes you look even better). because when you get told off by the dad you feel like crap after, so it's nice to be able to tell him off every now and then.
(and yes, i realise now i should have pretended to be nephew #1. i can copy his voice, easy.)
my work number was changed a while back. the last four digits read 0121. yep. this is the same as the dialling code for birmingham.
a good number, right? wrong.
some people in the building keep forgetting to hit 9 before they dial an outside line. so people keep calling my phone, and when they realise the call has been directed to me (the phone displays this) they quickly hang up. i know this because i called back one person who has called my phone THREE TIMES today. and he told me he kept forgetting to press 9 first. but that's not the best bit. the best bit is he's calling from BIRMINGHAM.
a good number, right? wrong.
some people in the building keep forgetting to hit 9 before they dial an outside line. so people keep calling my phone, and when they realise the call has been directed to me (the phone displays this) they quickly hang up. i know this because i called back one person who has called my phone THREE TIMES today. and he told me he kept forgetting to press 9 first. but that's not the best bit. the best bit is he's calling from BIRMINGHAM.
J: Go on, tell them about the old lady. You know you want to.
the next and final post about the back to back houses will be me telling you that the tinny pictures off my phone are online. but not yet.
the next and final post about the back to back houses will be me telling you that the tinny pictures off my phone are online. but not yet.
picture of the old sweet shop at the back to back houses tour thing. i didn't buy any, they all looked too lethal for my teeth. notable mention: the jar of 'Dr. WindBreakers' (er, chew one and do one, apparently.)
beep-beep. beep-beep.
sister #5: HAVE U SEEN MY NOW 57 CD?? CNT FND IT!
me: No.
sister #5: R U SURE? IT WAS IN MY CD PLYR NO ITS GONE.
me: No!
see the plan was i could put it somewhere around the house and she'd find it eventually. i don't know why i just didn't tell her i had it. so i put it in the mother's wardrobe, the highest shelf so the kids couldn't get it. two days later i was 'oh i know where your cd is! it's in the mother's wardrobe!' and when i went to check if it was still there it had this deep little scratch in it. oops.
sister #5: HAVE U SEEN MY NOW 57 CD?? CNT FND IT!
me: No.
sister #5: R U SURE? IT WAS IN MY CD PLYR NO ITS GONE.
me: No!
see the plan was i could put it somewhere around the house and she'd find it eventually. i don't know why i just didn't tell her i had it. so i put it in the mother's wardrobe, the highest shelf so the kids couldn't get it. two days later i was 'oh i know where your cd is! it's in the mother's wardrobe!' and when i went to check if it was still there it had this deep little scratch in it. oops.
The British public dislikes change: and the problem for advertisers is that change makes people think. Change the slogan and the 47 people a second who eat a KitKat in this country will suddenly start wondering: why am I eating this and not a Snickers?
KitKat has changed its slogan after 47 years. does anyone want the one that has been sitting in the desk cupboard for oh, two weeks now? maybe i should throw it away.
[link from brian]
KitKat has changed its slogan after 47 years. does anyone want the one that has been sitting in the desk cupboard for oh, two weeks now? maybe i should throw it away.
[link from brian]
i really don't like it when people ask me about 'indian clothes' at work. i never know what to say. instead of naming any shops (because, like, i never really go to any, although there's no denying 'sakhi baba's' in bradford, sister #1 mentions it all the time) i directed someone to stratford road, soho road, ladypool road and er, alum rock road. there are 'indian clothes shops' on there, right? right?
and another thing: my desk is such. a. f*cking. mess.
and another thing: my desk is such. a. f*cking. mess.
er, my moblog isn't from this birmingham, but this one.
changed the header again, sorry. the pictures came from mandarin design. i didn't really like the last one. this one is probably only temporary anyway. still kinda busy!
changed the header again, sorry. the pictures came from mandarin design. i didn't really like the last one. this one is probably only temporary anyway. still kinda busy!