I've got The Twitch.
That's Twitter Itch to the uneducated.
Find me. Somehow. If you can figure it out. Coz I can't.
Also, coming soon: 2011, A London L'Odysey. But you will have to wait until 2011. Possibly 2012 for it to be complete.
Monday 29 November 2010
Friday 26 November 2010
Friday 12 November 2010
Thursday 11 November 2010
There's a reason why its called the Emerald Isle
I had to post this, it sums up the West of Ireland weather for me, and the attitude towards the weather. "There's a chance it might rain, it might not, but I wouldn't get your hopes up". And I sincerely hope they are using heavy irony for the "highs" of the week.
Updated: 6:00 PM GMT on November 10, 2010
Thursday
Chance of Rain. Partly Cloudy. High: 8 °C . Wind WSW 46 km/h . 30% chance of precipitation (water equivalent of 2.57 mm).
Thursday Night
Chance of Rain. Partly Cloudy. Low: 4 °C . Wind West 54 km/h . 30% chance of precipitation (water equivalent of 0.44 mm).
Friday
Chance of Rain. Scattered Clouds. High: 8 °C . Wind WSW 28 km/h . 30% chance of precipitation (water equivalent of 0.33 mm).
Friday Night
Chance of Rain. Scattered Clouds. Low: 2 °C . Wind SW 18 km/h . 30% chance of precipitation (water equivalent of 1.62 mm). Windchill: 0 °C .
Saturday
Chance of Rain. Scattered Clouds. High: 6 °C . Wind SSW 32 km/h . 30% chance of precipitation (water equivalent of 1.56 mm).
Saturday Night
Chance of Rain. Scattered Clouds. Low: 2 °C . Wind South 25 km/h . 30% chance of precipitation (water equivalent of 0.96 mm). Windchill: 0 °C .
Sunday
Clear. High: 7 °C . Wind NNW 10 km/h .
Sunday Night
Chance of Rain. Scattered Clouds. Low: 0 °C . Wind NNW 10 km/h . 20% chance of precipitation (trace amounts).
Monday
Chance of Rain. Partly Cloudy. High: 6 °C . Wind SSW 28 km/h . 20% chance of precipitation (trace amounts).
Monday Night
Scattered Clouds. Low: 1 °C . Wind SSW 21 km/h . Windchill: -2 °C .
Tuesday
Chance of Rain. Partly Cloudy. High: 9 °C . Wind South 32 km/h . 20% chance of precipitation (trace amounts).
Tuesday Night
Chance of Rain. Overcast. Low: 5 °C . Wind SE 28 km/h . 40% chance of precipitation (water equivalent of 9.30 mm)
Updated: 6:00 PM GMT on November 10, 2010
Thursday
Chance of Rain. Partly Cloudy. High: 8 °C . Wind WSW 46 km/h . 30% chance of precipitation (water equivalent of 2.57 mm).
Thursday Night
Chance of Rain. Partly Cloudy. Low: 4 °C . Wind West 54 km/h . 30% chance of precipitation (water equivalent of 0.44 mm).
Friday
Chance of Rain. Scattered Clouds. High: 8 °C . Wind WSW 28 km/h . 30% chance of precipitation (water equivalent of 0.33 mm).
Friday Night
Chance of Rain. Scattered Clouds. Low: 2 °C . Wind SW 18 km/h . 30% chance of precipitation (water equivalent of 1.62 mm). Windchill: 0 °C .
Saturday
Chance of Rain. Scattered Clouds. High: 6 °C . Wind SSW 32 km/h . 30% chance of precipitation (water equivalent of 1.56 mm).
Saturday Night
Chance of Rain. Scattered Clouds. Low: 2 °C . Wind South 25 km/h . 30% chance of precipitation (water equivalent of 0.96 mm). Windchill: 0 °C .
Sunday
Clear. High: 7 °C . Wind NNW 10 km/h .
Sunday Night
Chance of Rain. Scattered Clouds. Low: 0 °C . Wind NNW 10 km/h . 20% chance of precipitation (trace amounts).
Monday
Chance of Rain. Partly Cloudy. High: 6 °C . Wind SSW 28 km/h . 20% chance of precipitation (trace amounts).
Monday Night
Scattered Clouds. Low: 1 °C . Wind SSW 21 km/h . Windchill: -2 °C .
Tuesday
Chance of Rain. Partly Cloudy. High: 9 °C . Wind South 32 km/h . 20% chance of precipitation (trace amounts).
Tuesday Night
Chance of Rain. Overcast. Low: 5 °C . Wind SE 28 km/h . 40% chance of precipitation (water equivalent of 9.30 mm)
Tuesday 9 November 2010
Monday 8 November 2010
A rose by any other name.....
You may find yourself wondering why I am in fact called Calamity Jane, or CJ for short. You may find yourself wondering, what the hell is she on about, I have never heard her being called that before.
We here at Misadventure land, would like to set the record straight, would like to put it out there, the reason why I am called Calamity Jane, or CJ for short. It has nothing to do with Calamity Jane herself, even though if you ask people, there's a faint whiff of resemblance between us. Maybe its the hair....
But this is what makes me me, a quick (ish) round up of events that have led to the spawnation of CJ:
Tripping over my feet. Not someone elses, but my own actual feet.
Smashing my head on the jamb of the toilet door in 4th class, resulting in stitches.
And some time off school. And a Galaxy Ripple.
Smushing my ankle after jumping off a wall about 2 feet high.
Smushing my other ankle after wearing high shoes to school and falling down the steps.
Breaking all the cups in our house.
Ditto the plates.
Walking into several lamposts.
Being hit over the head with a newspaper by a very angry, very strange man.
Major spillages on the cream carpet.
Kicking a bottle of water on the street only for it to land on the windscreen of someone's car. While they were in it.
Thumping an old lady's leg as I thought it was my brother's leg. Twice. In the same tent. On the same day.
Throwing a bottle of water at a passerby on the street. Purely by accident.
Falling down the stairs banjaxing the heel of my shoe.
Falling down the stairs with a cup of tea ending up all over the walls.
Breaking a wine glass just by looking at it.
Thinking it was a great idea to throw my arm into a sink just as Daddy Howligan was pouring out boiling water. Aged 3. I should have known what lay ahead!
Scalding my hand with boiling water fresh from the kettle. Aged 25.
Upturning a bottle of cider on myself down by the Spanish Arch.
Spilling a champange cocktail at the Electric Picnic before I even had a sip.
Getting another one and spilling it before it was set down.
Setting my mattress on fire. Thought it was a good idea at the time.
Setting a sand dune on fire by mistake. Ran away quickly after that. But don't worry, Ballina's answer to the Beverly Hills 90210 boys came striding across the sand with glistening wet skin from their 24 mile swim off the coast to douse the flames with water.
Slicing the side of my hand open on a broken mirror. Only to be admonished for bleeding all over the wooden floor. Big no no apparently.
Vomiting in a friends house. In the hall. Beside the bin. His parents were behind me.
Smashing my head on the doorway when swinging back around too quickly at work. I have learned my lesson about dramatic exits/entrances. It will end in disaster.
Sending an email tearing someone to shreds, straight to their inbox.
Hitting my head with the Lat Pull Down at the gym.
Spilling my shopping all over the No. 200, then complaining loudly and sarcasticaly that everyone was so kind as to help. Turned around to see someone helping me.
Dropping 5 Red Bull and Vodka's in a row.
Throwing a cigarrette butt out the window only for it to blow back to the back seat and proceed to set fire to some documents.
Throwing a cigarrette butt by mistake whilst pointing at something and having it lodge itself in my cardigan.
Cutting my own hair. 'nuff said.
Running a marathon with little or no training or basic understanding of the human body.
Jumping over a fence of barbed wire after being chased by 15 angry young bulls and getting caught in the wire.
Getting thunked in the head by our "pet" goat Molly. Goats do not like to be annoyed by 3 year olds it seems.
My big toe being stood on by the fat cow (she was literally a cow) Suzy, then her changing position and standing on my other big toe. My nails have never been right since.
Teaching myself to swim in about 4 inches of water in the little stream close to my home. Hard to float when only your stomach is covered.
Tramping through flood ridden fields with wellies, school uniform, and dog in tow.
Losing a shoe in the river beside a friends house.
Punching myself in the neck/face/stomach whilst exercising. Tae Bo is not for beginners.
Attempting to make vanilla ice-cream. With cream, vanilla essence, and a freezer.
Leaving the hair straightener on and covering it with my scarf, seemed so sensible that morning.
Burning my forehead with an iron in an attempt to straighten my hair the old fashioned way.
Burning my eye lid with a curling tongs.
Burning my wrists with an iron (which is funny coz I very rarely iron) prompting a concerned work colleague to ask me if I was ok, was I self harming.
Standing on a fully loaded hair straightener and having 180 degrees of heat clamp down on my foot.
And speaking of feet (nice segue there Laura) running drunkenly up the South Wimbledon Tube escalator and slicing the bottom of my toe along with most of the bottom of my foot on the metal. It bled. I cried.
Getting someone's toothpick lodged in the main vein of my foot. It spread. It bled. I hurt.
Getting stung by some mysterious insect on my arm. It spread.
We here at Misadventure land, would like to set the record straight, would like to put it out there, the reason why I am called Calamity Jane, or CJ for short. It has nothing to do with Calamity Jane herself, even though if you ask people, there's a faint whiff of resemblance between us. Maybe its the hair....
But this is what makes me me, a quick (ish) round up of events that have led to the spawnation of CJ:
Tripping over my feet. Not someone elses, but my own actual feet.
Smashing my head on the jamb of the toilet door in 4th class, resulting in stitches.
And some time off school. And a Galaxy Ripple.
Smushing my ankle after jumping off a wall about 2 feet high.
Smushing my other ankle after wearing high shoes to school and falling down the steps.
Breaking all the cups in our house.
Ditto the plates.
Walking into several lamposts.
Being hit over the head with a newspaper by a very angry, very strange man.
Major spillages on the cream carpet.
Kicking a bottle of water on the street only for it to land on the windscreen of someone's car. While they were in it.
Thumping an old lady's leg as I thought it was my brother's leg. Twice. In the same tent. On the same day.
Throwing a bottle of water at a passerby on the street. Purely by accident.
Falling down the stairs banjaxing the heel of my shoe.
Falling down the stairs with a cup of tea ending up all over the walls.
Breaking a wine glass just by looking at it.
Thinking it was a great idea to throw my arm into a sink just as Daddy Howligan was pouring out boiling water. Aged 3. I should have known what lay ahead!
Scalding my hand with boiling water fresh from the kettle. Aged 25.
Upturning a bottle of cider on myself down by the Spanish Arch.
Spilling a champange cocktail at the Electric Picnic before I even had a sip.
Getting another one and spilling it before it was set down.
Setting my mattress on fire. Thought it was a good idea at the time.
Setting a sand dune on fire by mistake. Ran away quickly after that. But don't worry, Ballina's answer to the Beverly Hills 90210 boys came striding across the sand with glistening wet skin from their 24 mile swim off the coast to douse the flames with water.
Slicing the side of my hand open on a broken mirror. Only to be admonished for bleeding all over the wooden floor. Big no no apparently.
Vomiting in a friends house. In the hall. Beside the bin. His parents were behind me.
Smashing my head on the doorway when swinging back around too quickly at work. I have learned my lesson about dramatic exits/entrances. It will end in disaster.
Sending an email tearing someone to shreds, straight to their inbox.
Hitting my head with the Lat Pull Down at the gym.
Spilling my shopping all over the No. 200, then complaining loudly and sarcasticaly that everyone was so kind as to help. Turned around to see someone helping me.
Dropping 5 Red Bull and Vodka's in a row.
Throwing a cigarrette butt out the window only for it to blow back to the back seat and proceed to set fire to some documents.
Throwing a cigarrette butt by mistake whilst pointing at something and having it lodge itself in my cardigan.
Cutting my own hair. 'nuff said.
Running a marathon with little or no training or basic understanding of the human body.
Jumping over a fence of barbed wire after being chased by 15 angry young bulls and getting caught in the wire.
Getting thunked in the head by our "pet" goat Molly. Goats do not like to be annoyed by 3 year olds it seems.
My big toe being stood on by the fat cow (she was literally a cow) Suzy, then her changing position and standing on my other big toe. My nails have never been right since.
Teaching myself to swim in about 4 inches of water in the little stream close to my home. Hard to float when only your stomach is covered.
Tramping through flood ridden fields with wellies, school uniform, and dog in tow.
Losing a shoe in the river beside a friends house.
Punching myself in the neck/face/stomach whilst exercising. Tae Bo is not for beginners.
Attempting to make vanilla ice-cream. With cream, vanilla essence, and a freezer.
Leaving the hair straightener on and covering it with my scarf, seemed so sensible that morning.
Burning my forehead with an iron in an attempt to straighten my hair the old fashioned way.
Burning my eye lid with a curling tongs.
Burning my wrists with an iron (which is funny coz I very rarely iron) prompting a concerned work colleague to ask me if I was ok, was I self harming.
Standing on a fully loaded hair straightener and having 180 degrees of heat clamp down on my foot.
And speaking of feet (nice segue there Laura) running drunkenly up the South Wimbledon Tube escalator and slicing the bottom of my toe along with most of the bottom of my foot on the metal. It bled. I cried.
Getting someone's toothpick lodged in the main vein of my foot. It spread. It bled. I hurt.
Getting stung by some mysterious insect on my arm. It spread.
Skipping out of mass of a Sunday and holding my mother's hand. Only to look up and realise that she wasn't my mother. And she didn't want me to hold her hand.
I'm sure dear reader, that there is more to come, but for now, enjoy x
Friday 5 November 2010
The Human Spirit....
Maxine Balboa Tolan returns for the fight of her life. One women's struggle to get to the pub she loves. Contains strong language, scenes of a sexual nature that some viewers may find offensive, partial nudity, excessive violence, and love.
Mission: Impossible
Day 1.
Day 1 wasn't so bad. Had a stash of ciggies from the day before, lunch was comprised of a left over dinner that a friend had cooked the night before. T'was delish. Transport to and from the gym was lovingly provided by my legs. And keeping phone costs to a minimum, I have used Facebook as a method of communication.
Day 2.
So far so good. It's raining, and my already fuzz dilemma hair wouldn't be too impressed with having to go outside in the drizzle, so lunch will be something pilfered from the kitchen at work. Ciggies.....damn, didn't factor those in. May need to pop out at lunch. However, the real test will be tomorrow. How to look good, get drunk, and have a massive night out on £25.
Spend so far: £0.00
Day 3.
This is where the fun starts. In fact, it started on Day 2, needing to buy lunch, feed my nicotine addiction,and also get some dinner for the night. Spending came to £12, which in the grand scheme of things, is not bad at all. And somehow, and I don't know how.... I managed to go out with £30, and come home with £17. How you may ask? I don't know I will answer. It is one of those great mysteries of the universe, will forever be unexplained, and the day that you are cosying up in your cardboard box with a cup-a-soup and yesterdays Mirror wrapped around you for extra padding and warmth, you will always remember that night. It may have had something to do with the fact we bought items of the alcoholic persuasion in the shop to drink before hand. Or it may have had something to do with the fact that we didn't get a taxi. Or it could be because for a change in this wonderful but almost crippingly expensive City, we didn't have to pay to get in somwehere. Amazing what a bit of leg can do for you..... Kidding.
Anyway!
Total spent between Friday's shenanigans and Saturday's debauchery:
Ciggies: £3.60
Vodka & Mixer: £9.99
Oyster card top up: £5.00
Drinks at The Tramshed Tooting: £15.00 (apparently!)
Drumroll please: £33.59 for a night out, plus food etc
Day what seems like 906:
Two words. Not good.
Total spend: More than I have. Where is Eddie Hobbs when you need him
Day who cares any more:
Phone bill with the cough cough lovely people at 3: £54.91
Money set aside by me for phone bill: £70.00
Money for me to now play with: £15.09
How many R's in Kerrrrrching :-)
Day blah blah blah:
Am currently just keeping my head above water and still in double digits. Not for long I fear, but it's also 7 days to P-Day. Sure I gave it a go, like.
Day 1 wasn't so bad. Had a stash of ciggies from the day before, lunch was comprised of a left over dinner that a friend had cooked the night before. T'was delish. Transport to and from the gym was lovingly provided by my legs. And keeping phone costs to a minimum, I have used Facebook as a method of communication.
Day 2.
So far so good. It's raining, and my already fuzz dilemma hair wouldn't be too impressed with having to go outside in the drizzle, so lunch will be something pilfered from the kitchen at work. Ciggies.....damn, didn't factor those in. May need to pop out at lunch. However, the real test will be tomorrow. How to look good, get drunk, and have a massive night out on £25.
Spend so far: £0.00
Day 3.
This is where the fun starts. In fact, it started on Day 2, needing to buy lunch, feed my nicotine addiction,and also get some dinner for the night. Spending came to £12, which in the grand scheme of things, is not bad at all. And somehow, and I don't know how.... I managed to go out with £30, and come home with £17. How you may ask? I don't know I will answer. It is one of those great mysteries of the universe, will forever be unexplained, and the day that you are cosying up in your cardboard box with a cup-a-soup and yesterdays Mirror wrapped around you for extra padding and warmth, you will always remember that night. It may have had something to do with the fact we bought items of the alcoholic persuasion in the shop to drink before hand. Or it may have had something to do with the fact that we didn't get a taxi. Or it could be because for a change in this wonderful but almost crippingly expensive City, we didn't have to pay to get in somwehere. Amazing what a bit of leg can do for you..... Kidding.
Anyway!
Total spent between Friday's shenanigans and Saturday's debauchery:
Ciggies: £3.60
Vodka & Mixer: £9.99
Oyster card top up: £5.00
Drinks at The Tramshed Tooting: £15.00 (apparently!)
Drumroll please: £33.59 for a night out, plus food etc
Day what seems like 906:
Two words. Not good.
Total spend: More than I have. Where is Eddie Hobbs when you need him
Day who cares any more:
Phone bill with the cough cough lovely people at 3: £54.91
Money set aside by me for phone bill: £70.00
Money for me to now play with: £15.09
How many R's in Kerrrrrching :-)
Day blah blah blah:
Am currently just keeping my head above water and still in double digits. Not for long I fear, but it's also 7 days to P-Day. Sure I gave it a go, like.
Thursday 4 November 2010
Dire Straits
Your Mission, should you choose to accept it: Is to survive in London on a limited budget until 25th November, from here on in known as P-Day, as a smoker, drinker, eater, gym bunny, phone user, and complete not one, but two nights out on less money than your average ticket for one plus popcorn and drink in the cinema.
Laura Howley, this is your, Mission:Impossible.
Laura Howley, this is your, Mission:Impossible.
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