Forensic fairy tale

Yay! Pushing Daisies is back on!

Boo! The evil ABC (America not Australia) has cancelled it beyond this season so we won't be seeing any more of this amazing program. Why do they do this? Studio 60 was bad enough, but now Daisies too??

I love Olive Snook. I truely wish I could get away with wearing her clothes.

Hahahahahaha.......Trumpets!

I don't really watch adverts these days as I have a Topfield, so this one might have been around for months, but it made me cry a little tear of hilarity so I thought I'd share it with you.



I properly love Matt Berry. I could listen to him all day! He must be in serious demand for voice over work...

frozen bubbles

Tried to make frozen bubbles the other night when it was freezing cold (-8 degrees) but had no luck. I suppose it has to be colder than that to freeze the detergent but I wish it had worked!!!!

Weird presents

D seems to have started getting weird presents from people at work. I'm not sure why, or what I can gather people think of him, but two notable examples from the recent past are:

1) A magic set from the Woolworths "Worth It" range. This was before Woolworths died its terrible death so it can't have been for nostalgic reasons. This present came from someone he helped with some maths they couldn't do.

2) A 16-piece set of cutlery. This was from someone whose PhD he supervised, after the student's viva. This, I personally think, reaches knew heights of bizzarrety. When I did my PhD you bought people bottles of spirits or got them wasted down the bar. I cannot even begin to imagine what this says about what his student thought of D. Your guess is as good as mine.

New Year New Blog

Hello my dears I have made a new year's resolution that I will attempt not to break to start the old blog again.  Might have to do some upgrading around here it is looking a bit tired I have to admit.  Shame I can't really remember my html.  Oh well sure it will come back at some point.

So I will begin by describing my dream from last night...

D and I were getting massages for some medical reason.  It appeared we had been going once a week for treatments from Ludwig Kessler who would massage each of us in turn.  We were going for our final treatment and Kessler was completely naked and greeted us with a rather disturbing "heeello".  D cried "I'm getting out of here" and ran off leaving me with the naked gestapo.  I looked down and he did not have a willy but had women's bits.