Ipswich

Ipswich, the best town in the country? Maybe. It’s well good.

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There's a nice little café called Jacey's near the Buttermarket, where I once queued for food. I remember hearing The Beatles (late 60’s period), but I don't know that it was there. I ordered my food and from his mouth comes the most normal accent ever. I am not dead! I am living in Ipswich. And one day will be 30 to 40 years old. Or more likely I will be struck by lightning. I do a fairly good Scouse accent, but sound a bit like Lily Savage, and really regret it.

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Rich: “I’m going into town, do you want anything?”
Me: “Market?”
Rich: “YES.”

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The Ipswich Museum is pretty much the British Museum, Natural History Museum, V&A and Science Museum all rolled into one with the good bits removed (and replaced with the contents of a taxidermy). Which I think summarises all of Ipswich, it’s small enough that you don’t have room to throw things around all over the place, and you can’t say “oh, we need to have more venues out in Zone 4” because there is no Zone 4. In Ipswich, there’s no room for turning your car in the street, or even dumping rubbish there. It’s a good town.

when you know what they mean...

on the Ipswich freecycle website...

offered: a bin bag full of boys 6-mnths to 18mnths

more dreams

last night, in my dream, I was reading the secret garden (I think)...

I then proceeded to dream that our house (in Wetheringsett) was burning down, and had been set on fire by a tall, skinny man with a white beard. My godson and his mum, as well as all my family and Dave Pepper were in the house at the time.

fortunately we all escaped, and even had time to rescue a few simple things like sofas etc. We didn't rescue the light blue one though, 'cos it wasn't worth it. only Jean from next door came to see how we were doing that night. *sigh*

in another dream, I dreamt that I totally flipped when someone told me the washing up I'd done wasn't good enough. if you were planning to tell me that, feel free to - it was just a dream!



recipe of the day: chocolate spread toasties. taste like pain au chocolat!

what is DST? (part 1: my diary)

diary
today, I discovered that not only was my diary missing my birthday this year, but it also seems to think that daylight savings time begins this sunday (1st). I would actually be quite happy with that, having managed to forget that it began last week...

or maybe my diary and I were right all along, and everyone else has made one gigantic error...


also, check out this picture that Becky sent me in an email... nice

marilyn manson

discover'd: marilyn manson is nothing more than an inverted black and white minstrel. a scary black and white minstrel, but a black and white minstrel nonetheless.

a minstrel walks into a bar,
but the barman tells him:
"get out, ya barred!"

_{phil's 5-a-day:}

• _{two mugs of hot chocolate (2 portions of cocoa)}


• _{one cheese and onion pasty (1 portion of onion, 1 portion of cheese - which comes from milk from cows who eat grass - a plant, 1 portion of pasty - which is made with flour of the wheat variety - a plant)}


• _{several rich tea biscuits (1 portion of biscuit - which is made with flour of the wheat variety - a plant)}

best church service ever

this morning, I awoke in good time, had a shower, then found as I left the house that it was 10:33, and the service starts at 10:30. this wasn't too bad at all, though, as they usually start a little bit late...

I turned up, and was somewhat surprised at how full it was - but then I usually arrive in good time.

I was shown to a seat, where I stood as one song was sung. then was the church notices, and I thought "that's a remarkably short amount of singing, hurrah".

and then was the sermon, and I thought - this is going to be a good service; less 'blah, blah, blah', more God. that's when I realised I'd missed an hour of church 'cos the clocks had changed. winner...

everyone should try once

something everyone should try once:

eating marmite straight from the jar, using your finger

advice:

take care not to get marmite on the join between your fingers. it's sticky

manslaughter

remember, you can't spell 'manslaughter' without 'laughter'

more dreams

this was a dream I had aages ago, but had forgotten about...

from this dream, I remember very little. except for one line, in which a character said a long word I didn't understand. I asked them what it meant, to which they replied "it's your dream, and you don't know. so I don't know." weird...

I'm also curious, does anyone else have the recurring dream of being able to breathe underwater..? it usually occurs in my dreams when I'm being chased/pursued, or there seems no way out of a violent situation, so I dive into the water, and hold me breath. it soon becomes evident, however, that I don't need to hold my breath, I can just breathe underwater, and I think "I forgot I could breathe underwater. that's a relief". I wonder what this means...

also, happy birthday neil!

dreams

two dreams I've had lately...

in the first, my pirate friend and I were in rival chinese gangs. we didn't choose to be, it just ended up that way, because we lived in different catchment areas, I guess... it became scary when the two gangs filed past each other on a high-up rope bridge at one stage, although I didn't get wounded. I was even more scared, when cooking a plate of spaghetti for myself, when I was forced by the gang leader/boss into being the chef for the whole gang. part of me wanted to throw my spaghetti in his face and yell "make your own spaghetti!", but I also wanted to live...

in the second (last night), I dreamt I was at a christian conference (or it could have been a church service). Either way, we were sat near the back on blue plastic school-style stacking chairs, and a friend of mine (I can't remember who, but if it was you and you remember being in my dream, do remind me) had invited her friend Britney Spears. I had an awesome chat with Britney Spears, explained how I'd been praying for her, and how I'd been really saddened to hear about the rough time she'd been going through at the moment. I think we really connected.

my own grandpa

it's good to know about second cousins, but how's this...

oh, many, many years ago
when I was twenty-three
I was married to a widow
who was pretty as can be
this widow had a grown-up daughter
who had hair of red
my father fell in love with her
and soon the two were wed

this made my dad my son-in-law
and changed my very life
for my daughter was my mother
'cause she was my father's wife
to complicate the matter
though it really brought me joy
I soon became the father
of a bouncing baby boy

this little baby then became
a brother-in-law to Dad
and so became my uncle
though it made me very sad
for if he was my uncle
then that also made him brother
of the widow's grown-up daughter
who of course is my step-mother

chorus
I'm my own grandpa
I'm my own grandpa
it sounds funny I know
but it really is so
oh, I'm my own grandpa

my father's wife then had a son
who kept them on the run
and he became my grandchild
for he was my daughter's son
my wife is now my mother's mother
and it makes me blue
because although she is my wife
she's my grandmother too

now if my wife is my grandmother
then I'm her grandchild
and every time I think of it
it nearly drives me wild
for now I have become
the strangest case you ever saw
as husband of my grandma
I am my own grandpa

[chorus]

more quotes

following in the tradition of fight club quotes:

our fathers were our models for God. if our fathers bailed, what does that tell you about God?

...and from a book I'm reading:

[on abraham...] he had everything, but he posessed nothing. there is the spiritual secret^[1]

_{1. I don't like the phrase "spiritual secret", but you get the idea}

*grin*

since I last posted, the weather has improved (in my books). as I walked to the bank to pay in the £330 raised by eight young people for comic relief, I had gallons of snow a-falling on my cold, cold head. hurrah!

_{also, I can't believe I'm blogging about the weather}

*sigh*

today, the weatherpeople men said it would snow lots. allegedly. actually, they just said wintery showers, and it is both cold and wet. you win weather

pointless prophecy

ok people, a few weeks ago i was thinking about the best game show to recreate in my workplace and then to revive on tv, which is of course supermarket sweep! and what did i see today on television on my break at work? supermarket sweep! with dale winton!

everything was how i remember it:
inflatable prizes
stack the tins
managers special
dales dash (insert joke here)
dale winton's campness
pic and mix bags
the immortal catchphrase: "when your at the checkout and the hear the beep... think of all the fun you could be having on supermarket sweep!"

is this possibly one of the best gameshows of all time?

kev's alphabet

a b c b e f b h i j k l m n o b q r s b u b w x y b

kev on 'supposably':

supposedly, supposably, what does it matter?
it's just different letters

ant mcpartlin

today, before 10am, I saw 2 people who looked like ant mcpartlin and one who was the spitting image of gareth verow

late night shoppings

after the platform meeting and subsequent trip to pub, we decided on a spur of the moment (nothing to do with alcohol) that we would go late night shopping at my pitiful rival, asda. it was possibly the worst shop (if you want to call it that) i have ever seen. however after a canter round, i ended up buying a sandwich and a drink for me and super 70's (tom selleck style) shades for gareth. for this i (indirectly) blame gareth for me setting off the alarm because idiots at checkouts forgot about security type things. i had to show them where it was. enough said.
all was well after this, as we settled back at phils place to finish watching 'lock stock' from last we were there.

thank you asda, you've ruined my life.
allegedly.

yay, avril!

workplace definition of irony...

how's this for irony, member of staff goes sick for a whole week after getting hit in the head. when i first heard i was worried for him... until i was informed he had been hit on the head by... the accident report book falling off a shelf! hilarious laughter ensues. by all. your 'injury' gives way to your permanent embarrasment and mocking! IN YOUR FACE!

at least he could report his 'injury' quickly...

roger

birthday greetings

I was away. but now I'm back, and nineteen.

also, someone sent me a book - and in it...

Current evangelicalism has... laid the altar and divided the sacrifice into parts, but now seems satisfied to count the stones and rearrange the pieces with never a care that there is not a sign of fire upon the top of lofty Carmel

maybe Aiden, maybe