Its been 912 days of pure, from birth natural hair for my daughter. Never cut, trimmed, dyed, coloured, gelled, styled……You get the idea.
My Queen has straightened it. ‘Once once’ she said. ‘Only a little at the back’ she said.

Tainted

We (myself, my Queen and my daughter) went to the hospital to have our dating scan. It seems the baby bomb will be dropped on the 14th September. Or near enough because when are dating scans ever bang on? It seems like a long time ago we were in the reception of the maternity ward sitting, waiting for our name to be called. Anxious about what’s to come. This time it felt weird to know we fell into the ‘been here before, we know how you feel’ bracket.

It’s also the only area in a hospital where there is a sense of hope and celebratory optimism. Unlike the death and misery that pollutes the rest of the hospital. Obviously there are upsetting and sad stories in the ward but generally the promise of new life brings with it plenty of smiles and happiness. Even if all the women look like they haven’t slept in a while. Ready to snap, if they weren’t so damn tired!

Pop in the oven and bake for 9 months.

Words not needed…

I opened my RSS reader and noticed the amount of posts I’ve to read. Nooooooooooooo I’m doomed ! Evil works in mysterious ways, they say.

Not only the fact that the Devil has infiltrated Google reader but that’s alot of posts to get through. I may as well declare RSS bankruptcy. Start from scratch. Sigh…

Got kids? Are they about 2 to 5? Do they like Gigglebiz? I do. I must admit it. But not for the silly pridictable humor but for the adult humour that litters the program. I don’t think I’m just reading into it with a twisted mind. I hope not anyway.
Prime example:
Captain Adorable has a ‘huge’ problem and must ‘rise’ to the challenge (which in this case is) to ‘deliver the milk’!!! Come on. Coincidence, I think not.

Upon reflection I may be twisting it but nevertheless. Bloody rude for kids TV. Bloody rude for the BBC.

I now fear my daughter will spy Channel 4 or FIVE. I can only imagine what kids telly is like on these channels after seeing what the BBC has to offer……

Its the end of Feb again and that means only one thing.

Bradford Beer Festival

This year marks my 8th year in attendance and again it was another quality night of fine ale and good company. And this year was busy. We arrived at half seven-ish and it seemed very crowded. Others in the group arrived at eight-ish and by then they had run out pint glasses. (You get a glass to drink from that you keep and take home included in the ticket price).

It’s always a lottery choosing a drink if you haven’t tasted it before as my friend Jesus found out. I think he re-named one particular drink Nana’s Snatch due to its distinctive flavour. To be fair though. It was the worst drink of the night. Everyone knows it because the beer festival seems the only night out I know where swapping drinks around for everyone to taste happens. As soon as you arrive back in the group from the bar people want to know what you’ve got. They are checking their programs and next thing you know your glass is getting passed around.

After a few drinks (each one a different ale…….mixing is never good) you walk around the food area with alot less caution. I mean, I was ready for a snack and stood browsing the scratchings and rather then buy a bag for a reasonably priced 60 pence. I bought 12 bags for a Fiver. Fucking beer making decisions for me again!

Not all that bad when I managed to sell 2 bags to someone for £2.00. Ha. Ripped off that guy.

Now I like real ale anyway so know the difference between dark and light and the like and how they will differ in taste. But this guy (below) tried to get me to buy a dark beer at 8.5% at around 8 o clock. Too early I told him. That’s the stuff I’m looking for the the end of the night not the start!

The night ended with a mucky curry and after that much ale it sure tasted good……It did the next morning.

I wish I could take my drink better. I’d've drunk more.
Oh well, ’til next year for another token pint glass, more real ale, scratchings and heated debate about the stuff that no-one really gives a toss about….