Books by Glenda Young

Sunday, November 29, 2009

London bus


Why can't people in London use a bus properly?

When they're not sitting on the outside seat, covering the seat by the window with their bag and being unsocial about letting anyone else sit there, then they're all squashed up together on the bottom deck when there's loads of empty seats upstairs. And no one says thank you to the driver, either. No one.

Morrissey and me

When he cut short his concerts earlier this month due to illness, Morrissey said that's he'd "endured a titanic struggle against an intolerable virus".

Me too, mate. Me too.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Strictly Come Dancing

Every Saturday I get more excited than a woman my age really should. I can't help it, I love watching Strictly Come Dancing, although I do miss Karen Hardy and her pointing fingers a lot.

Christmas - yes or no (v.3)

Every November, I go through this same routine. I hate Christmas, I don't want it to come, it's too expensive, too stressful, too - you know, Christmassy. I was like this last year, remember? And the year before.
And because I've been through this routine before, I know it'll change come mid-December when the Christmas Radio Times is in the shops and all will be well with the world. Just you wait and see. I'll even come back and blog it.

Sprouts

Am I the only person in the world who not only enjoys eating sprouts, but can't get enough of them at this time of year? They're fab, sprouts, and I rate them highly as long as they're not boiled to smithereens and mush.

Strange fruit

I'm a sucker for product placement, me. Walked into Morrisons last week when we did the weekly shop and they had a moutain of these weird looking things at the front of the fruit and veg. Apparently it's a dragon fruit and as I'd never had one before, the mountain called to this gullible shopper and I bought one with £1.50 of my hard-earned cash.

It looks gorgeous, doesn't it, with its fluroescent pink skin and dragon-like scales? I had to look on th'internet to find out whether I should eat it or frame it. 'Cut the top off and scoop out the seeds' was the web advice received and followed. And the taste? Disappointing, to be honest. It had the texture of melon, white flesh with hundreds of tiny black seeds and tasted quite bland. Next time I see a mountain of weird goodies in Morrisons, I'll keep that £1.50 tightly in my hand. Or spend it on choc.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Saturday, November 07, 2009

Almost well

Thanks to everyone who's been asking how I am. If 100% is totally well and how I was before the illness started back in August, then I reckon I'm hovering around 81.3% now. I'm still not right and haven't had so much as a sniff of red wine since August 28th. Not that I'm counting the days or anything.

So while I'm not quite back to being:


I am definitely on the mend and feeling much better than this:

Wednesday, November 04, 2009

The year of the flood

I've just finished reading the latest offering from my all-time favourite author, Margaret Atwood. The book is The Year of the Flood and it was tremendous, a true 10 out of 10. She's the only author whose books I'll buy in hardback because I'm too impatient to wait. Another fantastic book from an amazing writer.

Kissing in emails

People I don't know, have never met and am never likely to meet, have taken to sending kisses to me in their emails. Admittedly, most of them are from media and PR companies but it comes over as needy. I don't like it and I want it to stop.

Tuesday, November 03, 2009

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