She runs like a girl!

It was like watching a hulking great taxi driver running alongside a bunch of year 7 girls at school sports day! The he/she does run like a girl though, even if she might be a man.... What kind of name is Castor? Are her sisters called Icing, Demerara and Cane?

Is she or isn't he??

I am loving the gossip about the South African athlete Castor Semenya. Surely she is a man? Denise Lewis has pointed out that us women can't all be pretty specimens but Castor breaks the mold!



www.news.bbc.co.uk/sport1/hi/athletics/8210471.stm

Lovely crafty things

This website is full of beautiful things I would like to make myself!

http://www.abigail-brown.co.uk/

Begin the Beguine

So, for my first blog, I have decided to quote the beautiful Julio Iglesias. Strangely, my father was (and probably still is) heavily into Julio, and I remember being driven by him in the family 'taxi' to university, with Julio blaring out. It didn't seem that loud when you are inside this Julio motorized bubble, but when you stop at traffic lights, and you notice the little old lady waiting for the bus up the road is staring towards you, then you know it is TOO LOUD DAD! The latino rhythms are the soundtrack to my current influenza riddled brain.

Actually, my dad has questionable taste in music. Does anyone elses dad like Julio, Cliff Richard, Barbra Streisand, Neil Diamond, Lionel Richie or Queen? By rights he should be a raving homosexual.

I am new to this, so you will have to forgive my whimsies. I will probably by all over the shop.

I am currently off work with 'seasonal 'flu'. My mum, who has enjoyed 2 weeks off work with the swine 'flu recently made me call up NHS Direct, to make sure I haven't got the disease. I must say the NHS Direct lady I spoke to was very thorough. She asked if I had chest pains; 'no', if I have renal failure; 'no', if I have any allergies; 'umm cats?' (as if that was the winning answer for the £1m prize on Who Wants to Punch Chris Tarrant?). These questions and many, many more I can't remember through my 'flu fogginess, resulted in her saying abruptly (as if she didn't want to talk to me any longer in case she caught the life threatening disease she had just diagnosed me with) 'I will get an on-call GP to call you back within 4 hours'. Wow, I thought. I've got it, like Charlie finding the golden ticket in Willy Wonka! Can it be that I've got Swine 'Flu, and will definitely have to have at least 2 weeks off of work, and my boyfriend will have to do everything around the flat and cook me delicious meals!! A rather charming doctor called me back in around half an hour (now that is good service!) with a rather beautiful Irish drawl and asked me further questions (his dinner guests chattering in the background, his coq au vin probably getting cold on the table) he came up with the diagnosis of Seasonal 'Flu. And here I am now, two days later, set up on the lounge sofa, surrounded by snotty tissues and watching repeats of Come Dine with Me.

I love Come Dine with Me.