Elephant’s Ode to Joy

I thought that as it’s Friday, I will leave you for the weekend with two videos. Both made me smile, one even made me cry (that’s what you get when your classical musician’s past catches up with you unexpectedly!).

Yes, I know, these are just moments of happiness. They do not solve the world’s problems. But maybe, just maybe, they bring the ray of sunshine into our days at exactly the right time, when we are feeling a bit down, or tired, or unmotivated.

Taking a big breath with Ruth

I have been feeling quite tired over the last few weeks, but finally I found something to make me want to stay out of the house for longer – and it was last night’s Ruth Moody‘s gig.

Last night’s gig at the Green Note in London

Manic Pixie Prostitute and other thoughts

Can we truly experience joy if we can’t laugh at ourselves?

Dave likes to irritate me just a bit, and from time to time finds something that makes me laugh AND irks me at the same time, which is a good result.

Yesterday he sent me this:

Now, this is a fairly good depiction of what is so irritating about Manic Pixie Dream Girls. Is it that pointless, that overly dramatic, that shallow in my Pixieverse? Perhaps sometimes it is.

Why I love London #4: Grammar

Okay, okay, language isn’t specific to London. In fact, were we actually to talk purely about London, we should probably talk about the lack of grammar! It’s such a melting pot of dialects, languages and slang that I’ve seen every possible rule broken. Nothing was as shocking, however, as watching Hollyoaks for the first time (one of the worst British soaps) and hearing INCORRECT language on television! *gasp*

Bad grammar… oh, joy.

NYC visits London, or the Lame Adventures book is published!

Ooh ooh I am so excited my eye is twitching!

Look what arrived in the post last night:

Your eyes are not deceiving you, this is a real, tangible, physical, printed copy of Lame Adventures: Unglamorous Tales from Manhattan!

Why I love London #3: British sense of humour

There is something about the British sense of humour. Or maybe I should say English, because actually, I think you can point to quite specific variances in e.g. Scottish or Irish acts. Nevertheless, they call it British humour, so be it then.

Print-worthy item in a local newspaper.

The way I see it, it takes a while to get used to it. There are people who will simply never find it funny. There’s lots of people who find it quite offensive. Quite a lot probably just don’t get it. And then of course, there are many who think it’s absolutely hilarious.

If Ryan won’t eat his cereal, why should I?

There’s been a lot happening in my micro-universe recently. And I promise, I will update you some time soon, when I get my head around it all and it quiets down a bit.

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In the meantime, my friend Dave sent me a page today that made me laugh so hard that I’ve decided to share this with you.

Why should you see it?

1. It has Ryan Gosling in it.

2. It’s tremendously funny.

3. It has Ryan Gosling in it.