I should be on my way to Glastonbury festival right now.
Waking up at 3am, taking a final long shower, packing up the car, triple checking the dry shampoo supply, listening to early morning radio, watching the sunrise, catching a glimpse of Stonehenge, making our way through Frome, hitting local traffic, passing Castle Cary and remembering that one time we took the train and it took forever, crawling into the field to park, crossing our fingers that the queue isn’t too long, palming responsibility for carrying the tent onto whoever I’m with, queuing, singing, queuing, singing, getting the wristband, finding our pitch, greeting old friends, pitching the tent, a celebratory tin of cider.
Two days of quiet Glastonbury before the madness and mayhem begins on Friday. That first walk alone in front of the Pyramid stage before it’s fully constructed. That special feeling I’ve only ever experienced at Glastonbury. It’s a magical place.
Instead I broke my leg and had to give my ticket back – but thank goodness for excessive coverage on the BBC. You’ll find me camped out in front of the TV this weekend in a homemade den this weekend. Bring on Blondie.
My brother asked me the other day if I fancied trying to solve a riddle. Naturally I said yes so we had a little competition to see who could solve Einstein’s riddle first.
Albert Einstein wrote this riddle and famously said that 98% of the world’s population would not be able to solve it. All I will say is that if I can solve this, you can too! It took me fifteen minutes and my brother twenty minutes to solve (can’t beat a little sibling rivalry) and it’s a really fun puzzle. Anyone can solve it, you just need a little patience.
Let me know how you get on!
1. In a street there are five houses, painted five different colours. 2. In each house lives a person of different nationality. 3. These five homeowners each drink a different kind of beverage, smoke a different brand of cigar and keep a different pet.
The question: who owns the fish?
1. The Brit lives in a red house. 2. The Swede keeps dogs as pets. 3. The Dane drinks tea. 4. The Green house is next to, and on the left of the White house. 5. The owner of the Green house drinks coffee. 6. The person who smokes Pall Mall rears birds. 7. The owner of the Yellow house smokes Dunhill. 8. The man living in the centre house drinks milk. 9. The Norwegian lives in the first house. 10. The man who smokes Blends lives next to the one who keeps cats. 11. The man who keeps horses lives next to the man who smokes Dunhill. 12. The man who smokes Blue Master drinks beer. 13. The German smokes Prince. 14. The Norwegian lives next to the blue house. 15. The man who smokes Blends has a neighbour who drinks water.
So, who owns the fish?
via The Manbottle Library. You can find the answer here.
In case I haven’t been rattling on enough, I broke my leg. I can’t put any weight on it so I’m housebound and bored out of my little mind. I work from home during the week but at the weekend… Well things needed to get a little more interesting than a night in watching Midsomer Murders.
Ever since Santa dropped off the ‘Girls’ boxset at Christmas I’ve been planning to have a few fellow fans over for a Girls themed screening party. With a little too much time on my hands, I decided to go all out with the Girls theme – or at least as all out as you can with one of your legs permanently propped up in the air. Continue reading →
The new Sh*t Bloggers Wear Tumblr is spot on and absolutely hilarious. I’ve lost count of the number of Celine trio bags and Balenciaga Centuire High Derby Shoes I’ve seen online recently… Jealous, moi?!
View them all here and follow creator Cecilia on Twitter
It’s sadly been a while since my last post. Not sure why, but time has clearly run away with itself and I’ve been too busy living life to write about it!
Which, in a way, is a shame because the whole purpose of this blog is to write about what I get up to in London to remember all the things I’ve done (and to encourage others to try the good bits too). I’ll try and catch up soon, as I have been to some interesting places recently. I’ve even been South of the river. Twice.
For now though cast your eyes over this awesome bit of Mom dancing by Michelle Obama. Like everyone else who has blogged about this I bloody love Michelle Obama. There would be a picture of her under awesome in my pictorial dictionary.
And Brits – share with your mum for Mother’s Day. She will love it. Just don’t try and get her to recreate it…
A quick apology for the lack of blogs recently. Life was a long and bumpy ride last month with lots of sad things happening. It feels nice to be writing again.
I had a brilliant London weekend walking around town and visiting a couple of attractions in the East End that I highly recommend. On Saturday I went to a rare opening of 19 Princelet Street – but more on that another time.
On Sunday I went to one of my favourite museums in London to attend their annual Twelfth Night celebrations. For the past 21 years the Geffrye Museum of the Home has hosted an afternoon of carols, stories about Epiphany, mulled wine and twelfth night cake to bid farewell to Christmas.
Twelfth Night ‘Farewell to Christmas’ celebrations at the Geffrye Museum
I got there early and waited on a bench for my friend to arrive. We then collected our free mulled wine and twelfth night cake and made our way towards the large fire to keep warm outside the museum. We grabbed a carol sheet and when the festivities kicked off proceeded to sing our little hearts out for 45 minutes.
Apparently record numbers made their way to Hoxton yesterday to bid farewell to Christmas, and I heartily suggest you pencil the event in your diary for next year. A big thank you to all the volunteers at the Geffrye Museum who handed out drinks, food and song sheets in the cold for all of us to have a fantastic time.