My anorak. Let me show you it.

I found it!

This morning it struck me that I might have put it with my stuff-to-sell (which has now moved house with me 5 times) in lieu of getting it fixed. So I rummaged through the storage cupboard, and there it was, all orange and mournful, waiting for love.

The zip is still broken, so no help from the magic-cupboard-elves that usually fix things in storage so that when you dig them out you can't remember why you put them in there in the first place as you could have sworn it was broken. I have temporarily remedied this with two safety pins, reasoning it will keep me dryer that not wearing it at all.

Seeing as I have to cycle to tottenham and back today in my lunch hour to pick up the festival tickets, and the BBC reckons that Friday's predominant weather is forecast to be thundery showers¹, it's quite lucky I'm a compulsive hoarder...


1 - although they've since changed it to 'light showers'. May I recommend weather.co.uk, which is right more often...

Big Brother

I used to love big brother, as you probably know, and over the years it got SO dreadful that i just couldn't watch anymore. Last series was the last straw - it had become an endurance exercise rather than an entertainment. It got to the point where I wasn't watching at all - merely catching up via the big brother LJ community I was on.

It was a great community, we had drama, rows, in depth discussions, stalkers, trolls, meet ups, visits to the eviction, and I know several of the people on my flist would not be here without it. Indirectly, it's how I met Mr Peacock!

But when I reached the point of I FUCKING HATE THIS SHOW IF ONE MORE PERSON MENTIONS J*DE G**DY I WILL COMMIT MURDER, I decided time was time, and I left the community.

I'm not watching this series. I'm quite glad, it sounds HORRENDOUS. All women? My idea of a total nightmare.

But I've had more than 4 people, only one of whom I know in real life, separately tell me that 'the community isn't the same without you' and 'we miss you'.

On the scale of internet sadness, this is right up there, isn't it? I'm an internet saddo. LJ people miss me in an LJ community about Big Brother.