All around the world, people whose opinion you probably care little for (and Mariella Frostrup) are writing lists about the best and worst of this and that in 2009. When they are not doing that, they are writing their lists of 'must-see', 'must-do', 'must-this', 'must-that' etc for 2010. And when they are not doing that, they are sharing their resolutions with everyone, e.g. "eat more fruit", "watch the news", "read Proust", etc. I have accepted that I will not read Proust, ever. I have already read Ulysses, In Parenthesis, Clarissa, Moby "Call Me Monkeymael" Dick and the accursed Poems of the Pearl Manuscript (in the original obv), which is quite enough of THAT sort of book for one lifetime and, I think, disqualifies me from having to read anything you 'should' read ever again.
However, my shining monkey eyes are firmly focused on list of things I really must get done next year, some of which I have mentioned already (but bear repeating), and some of which will be entirely new to both you, my loyal and adoring readers, and members of my close family.
"TO DO LIST", 2010
1. Open a pub called "The Cock and Biscuit"
2. Keep fringe* for at least 6 months
3. Re-start the Marguerite Potluck Project
4. Stop leaving used dental floss on the floor next to the sofa
5. Start using Just A Drop
6. Stop reading the Daily Mail online
7. Get everyone in the world to subscribe to the Wire Tap podcast
8. Learn how to use a sewing machine
9. Buy a sewing machine
10. Stop my fucking husband from tackling me to the ground and kicking snow in my face
11-20. Tbc
I am also thinking about posting more recipes for things that I think are really good, but I am not sure whether they are interesting to you, my adored (and very attractive!) readers. Shall we try it for a while and see, for e.g. once a week at a regular time, e.g. Thursday?
Pip pip!!
* Or 'bangs' in North America!!!!
9 comments:
Thank you for my special biscuit! The post office took so long to get it to me and at the time I had thought it was going to be real biscuits and would be getting terribly stale, but now I have a little cushion biscuit and it is lovely. Oh, and a tea bag, to go with my biscuit.
Thank you thank you! Have a lovely new year. Take your husband out at the knees - he'll drop like a stone. :)
I must say, anything that bloggers do once a week (Macro Monday, Wordless Wednesday, Dentistry Saturday) tends to acquire flavour of scraped barrel very quickly. So go ahead and start Foodie Friday but bear in mind that you will get bored with it after two Fridays and go back to random postings that aren't so much effort, like lists.
xx
Happy New Year!
Oh yes, and I have subscribed to WireTap, given that your recommendation for This American Life has changed my life (for the better). When you said that it compared favourably with Radio 4, I have to say I was sceptical, but it is really good, isn't it?
yes. please DON'T begin regular food postings....scraped burned old roasting tin, rather than barrel, i think! your occasional spurts of cuisinous behaviour are such a joy! keep em spontaneous.......
and a very happy new year to you and your husband!
ahem.....how come purest green got a cushion biscuit? i think you should stop favouring Certain Readers and consider EVERYONE!!!!! lol!
Happy new year!Random foods yes, weekly not .Snow down his pants will cure him of the face wash...unless he is a diehard hockey fan.
i concur with several other loyal readers:
The MP project is interesting - weekly will be boring.
random is better.
When I was a kid, I (for some reason) read a lot of American Books Aimed at Girls and was forever mystified by these perplexifying "bangs" they were forever bang(sorry)ing on about. It seemed like they must be referring to a fringe, but that made no sense, seeing as a fringe is a singular thing and bangs are multiple, and anyway BANGS? Eh? Banging is a slightly-violent verb! How can it have anything to do with hair? In the end I decided they must mean a fringe that had grown out slightly, with a parting. So two semi-curtains of hair at either side of your face. Even after I had it confirmed that bangs meant fringe, I didn't really believe it. IT MAKES NO BLOODY SENSE! None at all. Silly Americans.
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