A little respite from election fever fatigue …
For people like me: Last week was National Stationery Week, read Sarah Millican’s take on it (no apology for the swearing).
Category: Nature
Silent Sunday
Wordless Wednesday
Sunday Slackers
I’ve got my cuppa, how about you?
First up, the most eagerly awaited film this year: Second official teaser for Star Wars.
For film fans and book lovers: 25 films you may not know were based on books.
Interior Design: Who wants to live in a house like this?
Science/Humanity: Near Death Experiences
Silent Sunday
Sunday Slackers
A fine excuse to put the kettle on …
Space: The final frontier – these images are little bit more spectacular than what I saw here in the south east on Friday. I’m not bitter. But I totally blame Dara and Brian for getting me all excited and then …nothing.
Nature: A tortoise, a croc and Sir David Attenborough. We may be being a little insensitive to the tortoise’s feelings – but it’s too funny not to share. I normally watch the GN Show so I must have been on a rare night out to have missed this.
Wordless Wednesday
Wordless Wednesday
Sunday Slackers
This week’s lazy Sunday selection …
Art: Sort of – people who didn’t know they were art until it was too late!
Business: 5 Reasons Darth Vader made a great leader
The physics of productivity: Newton’s Laws for getting stuff done
For writers: 10 Blunt Tips from Geoff Dyer – who has to feel like he’s bunking off from something!
Film: Raiders of the Lost Ark sweded – by 11 year olds
The weirdest dream I ever had
… not for those who are squeamish about snakes!
I have a corn snake – that’s her/him (I don’t know which) above, called Sam. S/he is in the dream but is very real.
So, in the dream, I meet Lewis Hamilton, who also owns a corn snake, which, for some unknown reason, I borrow. Maybe I was in a devil my care mood, I don’t know, but I also ordered one to be delivered with my weekly shop. A bigger, more aggressive one. A Python.
It cost me £175. That seemed to be my biggest concern.
So now I had three snakes.
I was somewhere but couldn’t say where – there were lots of people around, somehow connected with F1 but not in the pits – which would have been apt, since the snakes were roaming around quite happily – but which is strange because a) Sam is kept in a tank (that’s her/his odd day out, in the paddling pool) for fear of her/him burrowing into a sofa and having to be cut free – as happened to the friends we re-homed her/him for – and b) no-one seemed to mind.
I did try putting them all in the tank, but they were escape artists.
Then another, smaller but pretty, snake appeared. Lewis assured me it wasn’t poisonous (because tiny and pretty = deadly).
Lewis was wrong. There was much hissing and slithering as the big snakes all tried to get away from the tiddler.
And then I woke up.
Freud had a theory about the interpretation of dreams. I wonder what he’d make of this one?
I own a snake. I’d been reading about Formula One beginning on Sunday week.
I think that’s about it.
Jaye Nolan 