Croydon Guardian: Blogs

INFO

Life, love, and the daily grind in London, as told through the rants of a twentysomething

SCIENCE BIT

Pictures are taken on a Canon Powershot S3 IS and hosted at flickr.com/photos/sparkle_jen.

CONTACT

Gmail calls me jenniefromtheblog

Are you KIDDING me?

You may recall some time ago, I told you about my next door neighbours, who I had the unhappy fortune to share a bedroom wall with. Unhappy, because the bedroom, and the associated antics thereof, were all I'd ever hear from them - screaming, moaning, panting and (God, eventually) climaxing at all hours of the late night/early morning.

I have new hair!

For the last four years or so (mostly because I'm pitifully lazy when it comes to scheduling hair appointments. Yes, as well as regularly blogging), my hair has looked like this: A few flicks of the scissors later, courtesy of Craig's very lovely and very talented hairdresser sister, it now looks like this:

Things that happened while I was taking an extremely slack attitude to blogging

- My new flatmate, S, moved in! We knew each other at university (she was the only person I saw in four days when she came to check on me while I was enjoying a particularly nasty bout of flu), but we hadn’t seen each other in years, as she was living in Cornwall and Bristol. Anyhoo, to make a long story short, she moved to London, we got in touch again, she needed a place to live, I had a room going spare, and hey presto!

in which I become addicted to Photoshop

Those who are regular readers of this blog will know that I'm quite keen on photography. Whether I have any actual talent or not remains to be seen, but nevertheless, I enjoy myself.

a weekend away in bath

I spent last weekend on a pint-sized break to Bath (I can recommend a FABULOUS hotel, if any of you are planning a trip there), and it was a glorious combination of some of my favourite things - sunshine, good food, relaxation, obsessive photography, lovely scenery, and my young gentleman friend. Who, if you care to check out the weekend's photos in their entirety here , you will notice, spent most of his time doing strange things to fibreglass models of pigs.

in which I lose my rag and attack total strangers

Really, I should know better. Yet, I insist on doing this to myself. Occasionally, just to really blow my mind with a bit of jingoistic stupidity, I peruse the website of a certain national newspaper. Specifically, as it’s a topic that interests me, I read stories relating to organ donation, and the proposed switch to an ‘opt out’ system, as opposed to the current ‘opt in’ (in which an individual's consent to donate their organs is presumed, unless they opt out of being a donor).

my next-door neighbour is great in bed

Or so I presume. Because, unless he’s recently taken to causing significant pain to the woman he has sequestered in his bedroom, he must be doing something to make her moan and scream as loud as she has been pretty much constantly for the last month or so.

with role models such as these, do you blame me?

I’m at work. I’m sleepy. I went to see Dirty Dancing on stage last night, and I think the resulting oestrogen surge has depleted what little energy I have anyway. Plus, I got six hours sleep, then got up and went to the gym this morning. I’m very sleepy, and very, very bored.

the beautiful richmond park

I've been meaning to go to the Isabella Plantation in Richmond Park for two years. And while I know it sounds like an act of supreme laziness on my part, I'd heard that May/June was the best time to go, as all the flowers would be out, and it would be at its resplendent best. But the last couple of Mays and Junes just passed me by, and I never got around to going. But this past weekend, I did, and it was definitely worth the wait.

reasons why this is the best day EVER!

- Last Thursday, at our company-wide awards ceremony, our humble little team of three won the Subbing and Production Team of the Year award. There was a trophy. And lashings of champagne.