like father like daughter apparently....

A blog post entry in which we studiously ignore the football....

I have had a quiet weekend.... that is to say, I spent most of yesterday hiding in my kitchen trying to ignore the local fete and talent contest.... because "insert name of area"'s got talent... is such a misnomer, it really doesn't judging by the sounds coming over the microphone from the local park .... Gretchen agreed and spent a great deal of time barking her disapproval.  Normally I have zero tolerance for the dogs barking (they're a breed that historically were watch dogs and meant to give warning of incoming danger, so their bark when they get going can be heard over a mile away... and I live in a residential area with 4 of the things...)  but yesterday I kind of let her have free rein, particularly when the third glee-esque type song was sung badly out of tune by a talentless teen!

Today I did war with the supermarket, the laundry and the house before heading to mum's for Sunday lunch... which was lovely... and then I made her watch the Grand Prix.... which just confirmed that I do still have a thing for Finnish racing drivers...

After the F1 had finished, as I was relaxing on her sofa getting on with the 2nd sock of the pair (yep I might actually finish a pair in under a month!) I forced mum to watch Wimbledon (the film not The Tennis - it's a bit of a family joke, when we were kids the TV was never on much except for Wimbledon fortnight... for ages, the TV was actually known as The Tennis) .... halfway through she started asking questions about the types of films I liked etc, and the actress in this one, and what else was she in... to which I reeled off a list of films...then she muttered about my kind of obsession with Emila Fox (plays Nikki Alexander in Silent Witness and was in Merlin as Morganna's sister)...

After a pause, she then sighed dramatically and said "you really do take after your father don't you"

No my immediate reaction was to check my chin for stubble (I have PCOS - it gives me the ability to grow a beard each months - it's not attractive, it's a pain in the flippin neck).... but no it was not this to which she referred.  I raised an eyebrow at her and she continued...

"Pretty blondes....., he always asked for a 5 foot 7 inch blond for Christmas.... your no bloody different." she muttered, to which I promptly went darkly red and dropped a couple of stitches.....

People watching......

The stupidly unseasonable weather (I mean, 19 degrees Celsius in March... it's usually about 10 degrees cooler than that, hell it sometimes snows this time of year!) has lead to quite a lot of people round and about my home town shedding several layers of clothing.... which resulted in an increased level of people watching.

Okay now I'll admit that I people watch, very bad habit, particularly when driving (hell I animal watch too when driving which is probably worse!) .  Anyway, this evening someone muttered at me "lets go sit in the pub garden and have a drink after work"  Grand idea.  So a group of us wandered off to the pub, which is not too far away from the student/trendy area of town and grabbed a spot on the grass.

Now, people watching is particularly fun if you are in a mixed group.... and aren't straight males easy to wind up.  There were six of us, me, 2 straight female friends, 2 straight male friends and 1 gay male friend.  Now straight female friends have no problem whatsoever discussing the attributes of passing males, with our gay friend.  The rather frank discussions of their likes and dislikes was very amusing, and a little too much information for the straight males.  But more amusingly was their reaction when I join in with them when they decided to start talking about what they like about passing women...  it's not like they don't know where my preferences lie!

Mind you, it confused them further when I joined in with which attributes of passing males I liked the look of (which started due to something I said I wanted to do to a rather impressive half sleeve tribal tattoo down one man's arm).  I don't understand what the problem was, bit for some reason apparently I shouldn't even be interested in looking at men. Erm, why not?  Yeah, okay so different chemical/physical reaction these days but I can still appreciate the male form can't I (and it's not like I never went there!).

The human body is, to me, a remarkable thing no matter what sex it happens to be..... so yes, I will keep admiring! That said, it's due to be freezing again next week, so I'll probably have to wait till summer!

Attack of the Vampire Bunnies.....

Not really, an out of control plot bunny maybe!  My plot bunny (he goes by the name of Rupert, originally from Australia but with a keen sense of adventure.  He's been with me for about 10 years after he hitched a ride from Platform 14 of Manchester Piccadilly Station one wet and windy Sunday afternoon as I made my way back home after a weekend away.  Since then he has whispered at me, nagged me and argued long and loud with the characters in my head about what they are going to do next) bit quite hard, but oh so subtly about six weeks ago.... normally he's not a big one for subtle but this time there has been a slow gradual build of whispering too me...

it started with this picture...

(and normally I am so careful not to let him access the net)...

Anyway, green eyed girl is a cat shifter (domestic cat - which makes her a Class 2 shifter (Class 1's are high prey drive animals, Class 2 are domesticated carnivores and Class 3 the harmless fluffy things mainly) who is currently sulking and refusing to change back into human form as her parents have ripped her away from her home and friends to move to the other end of the country.

The blindfolded girl is an elemental... my preference is for a fire elemental but the bunny is chanting Earth at me.... she is none to happy as her girlfriend dumped her at the beginning of the summer holidays, her best friend who lived next door has moved away and her parents are constantly fighting...

Misery loves company as you know....and cats are attracted to the body heat of a human (or not quite human), particularly a fire (or earth apparently) which are a degree or two warmer than a "neutral" (non elemental/shifter/fae type) and a lot warmer than either water or air elementals (water elementals particularly, when they get annoyed they freeze things...)

I have some thoughts about where the plot of this is going, ably assisted by this photo I found.....


I may give in on this one and just let the bunny and the character guide me and see what happens....

Side tracked by nikkid women...

I'm sure I was going to blog about something tonight

But then I got side tracked looking for a photo for the Goodreads YA LGBT January short story prompt, which is F/F ... which I may have a slight interest in.... and now I can't remember what I was going to put... so we will go with couple of photos that caught my eye (and which won't be going on a YA site!)