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Iceland is an amazing country

29 June, 2009 (19:37) | Molly

Lovely, lovely place - I just spent a week there - but like wouldn’t want to live in it. Shall definitely go back one day though! :)

So now it is summer. Properly summer. Not “well the calanders now move into British summertime woo :D” summer that occurs in April/March cause being honest we’ve not even had spring then. But yes, it’s now very hot and I’m constantly falling asleep. It’s better than York & the South flooding again though. :)

Also, today I almost saw a little kid get run over. It was really scary, but afterwards when he toddled off with his friends/siblings I’ve never wished for a child to be in more pain than I have one of the little shits he was with (No adult present). They were ALL scallys (except maybe the little girl who didn’t speak) and kept running in front of cars even though they’d just seen what happened (the littlest kid basically ran into the car but he seemed fine). I was just looking at them all though thinking “You’re all going to turn out to be worthless shites…such a waste” and feeling sorry for the littlest one because he was too young to know any better, but was obviously gonna turn into a dollop of shite.

There is a downside to multitasking

25 May, 2009 (14:40) | Molly

Cause while you’re reading about how the state “is an enabler not a provider” and “the nation of every country dwells in the cottage” you’re thinking about how much you really want - no, need - a pair of designer sunglasses, that they should make those really cute shoes you saw in that magazine in girl sizes (the author agreed) and that Chad Micheal Murry’s hair in One Tree Hill AND Freaky Friday is repulsive.

It’s really hard to revise… :’(

Ich hab kein Boch

18 April, 2009 (20:57) | Molly

Urgh. I dunno what I want to do with my life, I dunno what Uni course I want to do, I don’t know any chemistry except the definition for electronegativity and I really really don’t want to do it for a full A level. But I do know that whatever I do I want to go to Edinburgh. No idea why, but the place is just attractive to me and my psych has decided that no where else will do…

But Christ, I can’t be ARSED with anything at the moment (except German).

Oh and by the waaay I keep growing taller and taller everyday. I’d be very happy if I got to 5″10 or something, but no one knows quite how tall I actually am, guessing about 5″8. When I look at some people I find I’m looking down which I didn’t do before and my clothes are shorter. That bit is good and bad though, because I have this 60s style black dress which is age 12 - 13 and hence rather short. I decided to try it on before to see if it still fitted, and it does (so I didn’t throw a ‘I’ve gotten fat’ fit)but it’s even shorter - and I’m not even going to start about all the too short tops.

I’m running out of clothes!

And so off I go to bonny Scotland

26 March, 2009 (20:39) | Molly

Leaving tomorrow for Bishopton, and then on Saturday morning I’m going to Edinburgh! Ich kann kaum erwarten! I’m excited, because I think I might like Edinburugh Uni. If I do, then I shall apply :) and then my options will be Liverpool, Edinburugh and York so far. I don’ know why I’ve picked York to be honest though, I don’t know anything about it except that it may or may not have been established in the 60s. I guess I just like the idea of being in Yorkshire. It pleases me.

Well I must go and pack. So far I have a big purple handbag (it’s fit) with a camera, makeup and rather heavy book about modern British history sporting a lovely snapshot of Tony Blair and the Queen. I’m such a dedicated learner.

It’s only 2 weeks until my birthday :)

21 March, 2009 (17:38) | Molly

Yet I can’t help but scream in my head “THIS IS NOT THE FACE OF A NEARLY 17 YEAR OLD.” Maybe if I cut my hair I would look younger but fat chance I’ll be doing that. My hair shall stay long until I react the age when you just look stupid, and since I look young anyway that’ll be later than normal.

Going away from my baby face though, I decided to write this blog on the subject of ‘Come Dine with Me.’ What is it about this show that is so captivating? It’s certainly not the food - no one gives a crap about tv cooking shows you just watch them if there is nothing else on except a politics show. Yet it cannot be denied, that it’s brilliant. Something always goes wrong, people always fight, and the personalities are reoccurring. For example:

  1. The business man. He gives the impression of being quite well off and successful, but his house is a normal size when you get to see it. Whatever it says on the menu, he pretends to know what it is and makes some comment like “oh she’ll have to make sure she marinates the cauliflower in salted dog shite” while rubbing his fingers together.  Generally he’s a pervert, making suggestive jokes throughout the week, and is taking part in the show to feed his huge ego. Tells the gay he hopes they can be lifelong friends, because he doesn’t have any gay friends. Tends to come last because he pisses everyone off, even though he tries with all his might to brown-nose them.
  2. The quite 20-something woman. Doesn’t do/say much until she is the host and we suddenly remember she exists. She often wins because everyone thinks she’s super nice and funny. We the viewer just never get to hear her fantastic jokes.
  3. The young gay. He is always tall and slim with dark hair. You wonder why he’s gone on the show, since his food is always shite, but he is inventive with language e.g. “I’m sweating like a Weight-watcher in a cake shop.” Young gay gets on well with the 20-something woman, but is constantly trying to avoid advances from the cradle snatcher.
  4. The middle aged gay/hysterical woman. This is what you get depending on the gender. They’re the ones who never shut up and get drunk off the cheap wine. In some episodes, they have themed nights which usually involve them wearing comical outfits and playing silly games. Tries to embarrass the business man and (if the gay) lives with parents.
  5. The bitchy cradle snatcher. This ‘glamorous’ woman tends to be overweight and thinks she’s God’s gift. Says that everyone’s food is horrible, sometimes to their face, and tries to flirt with the young gay. This woman looks like mutton dressed as lamb and is always at loggerheads with the business man, who doesn’t like her either but still pervs on her. Wears too much makeup and seemingly lives alone, because she’s so frightening. Foreign/Common, but always a snob.

I’ve yet to see a week where there wasn’t at least 2 or 3 of these types of people and to be honest I think they make the show what it is - that and the sarcastic voice-overs. :)

She’s a slut and she knoooows it, she wants to root all the booooys

21 February, 2009 (23:40) | Molly

Ahh, Summer Heights High, how I love it.

Bloody hell I’ve neglected this site as of late haven’t I? I’m so shit, and now that I’m actually writing something I can’t think of anything to say. Err…I suppose I could scan some artwork but I’m in bed and the scanner is downstairs…the single problem with an all in one. And I went on for ages about how I wanted one so desperately and now pure laziness prevents me.

I wish Mr. Motivator would come to my house. We used to have a workout video of his but I don’t know where it’s gone. When I was about 3 I used to put it on and do the exercises (not because I thought I was fat or anything, just for the sheer novelty of it) and I wouldn’t mind doing it again. The man is quite the multicoloured spandex legend.

Feel like I’ve not been on in ages

21 January, 2009 (22:36) | Molly

Firstly, good luck Adam - thank you for going on my site, I’m glad you find it amusing.

Secondly, Chris I’m sick of you saying “You never mention me” maybe because you’re a boring ming. But I’ve mentioned you now anyway so there you go.

Has an interesting thursday & friday last week.

On the Thurday morning, I almost fainted in the bathroom. I felt a pricky heat rising in the back of neck & head, my stomach told me I was about to vomit, my ears rang as though I had stuck my head in a giant bell and I steadily went blind. Shit, I thought. This is like what happened on that year 10 geography trip but with ringing ears.

I then proceeded to blindly unlock the door in a panic and lie on the floor outside the bathroom (as if I’d lie on a bathroom floor urgh) until my eyesight returned shouting “MUUUUUUUUUUUUUM” but she didn’t appear so I said “Dad” and he waddled out the room, told me to go back to bed and could I please move; he needed a wee. So I did.

THEN on Friday, I was stood outside Sarah’s house with Scott talking when a suspicious green skatty car drove past staring at us. We ignored it, but then Scott said a few minutes later “Hey isn’t that that car again?”. Me and Sarah turned to look at it as it did a fecking 360 degrees spin, leaving skid marks on the road and screeching like a banshee before sloooowly driving past again with 4 identical bald, scouse looking heads staring intently at our reactions with the windows down. I seriously thought they’d lost control and were driving into a tree.

Oh if only.

Happy New Year, and blah de blah

3 January, 2009 (21:49) | Molly

I really like the Guardian magazine you get with the paper on a Saturday. It’s the only newspaper related thing I read (Except maybe Stella or cheap crap like Take it Easy). But yeah…I’ve always wanted to do one of the Q&As you get in em and being nosy I always read it even if I don’t know who the person is (most of the time I don’t).

So with the joys of the internet - here is my Q&A!

What is your earliest memory?
I have lots - so I’m gonna go with sitting in a car seat, hitting red and yellow plastic rabbits strapped across it AND a brown wardrobe with a sonic poster on it.

What is the trait you most deplore in yourself?
How easily I give things up

What is the trait you most deplore in others?
Blatant lying and tightness

Property aside, what’s the most expensive thing you’ve ever bought?
An ipod…I think

What would your super power be?
Flight - wings included

What makes you depressed?
PMT and news footage that shows the scene of a bombing/shooting where there’s dead bodies, splattered blood and screaming children.

If you could bring something extinct back to life, what would you choose?
Bloody manners

Who would play you in the film of your life?
Me and it’s in production

What is your favourite word?
Wanker

What is your favourite book?
Adrian Mole Diaries by Sue Townsend

What is your guiltiest pleasure?
Acting opinionated even when I know I’m wrong

What would you most like to wear to a costume party?
I’d like to dress up as a gollywog but I’m allergic to face paint

To whom would you most like to say sorry?
They don’t know who they are…and neither do I

What or who is the greatest love of your life?
The North

What does love feel like?
A giant balloon welling up inside your chest

Which living person do you most despise, and why?
Dawn French, because her jokes all revolve around her being fat and Edwina Curry which needs no explanation

What is the worst job you’ve ever done?
Knowlsey Hall’s Reindeer Run; we found a dead sheep

What has been your biggest disappointment?
That, even though I was told I would be really tall, I am not

If you could go back in time, where would you go?
6000 - 3000 years ago Northern Europe, but only if I could take a toothbrush and toothpaste with me

What is the closest you’ve come to death?
Those first few weeks in the womb are always pretty dicey

What single thing would improve the quality of your life?
My own personal Mr. Motivater

What do you consider your greatest achievement?
An A* GCSE in Maths. Someone was smiling down on me that day.

What keeps you awake at night?
Gaps in plots for stories that will probably never be written and songs going round my head

What song would you like played at your funeral?
Sonnet by the Verve - feck all this “She’d want you to be strong” I want them all bawling
Followed by Mr Bluesky by ELO

Where would you most like to be right now?
Upstairs…but I can’t be arsed moving

Well that was fun :)

I’m finding it quite funny how my site comes up if you look for Smigger on the internet

18 December, 2008 (17:51) | Molly

I can’t tell if people think I’m being serious or not in my post about his death. Also I found out the other week that my nan knows Smigger’s granddad, and his pregnant aunty went round to hers when mam had Kak, and asked if she could have  baby clothes/a buggy ( I forget which).

Me mam said, “no I’m using them - I’ve just had a baby…” How cheeky!

Of course, the difference between my mum and his aunty was that one was 34, and the other was in her teens. I’ll let you decide which…

In anderen Nachrichten…it is a WEEK until Christmas! I know most of my presents though. I’m regretting that I ordered lots of CDs, but I can’t think of anything I’d have wanted instead of them…except for a sheep dog - but there is no chance of that.

Falalalalalalalala

1 December, 2008 (18:24) | Molly

It’s December, woo! We don’t have an advent calender yet, and we probably won’t until around the 5th. This is fairly normal though, and it’s a nice feeling being able to open 5 at once.

Last night, I ordered my own presents off amazon, though it wasn’t as fun as last year because I couldn’t be arsed getting them as close to my limit (£60, down by £40 from last year!). In the end the bill was around £141 but £50 of that was separate stuff. I don’t know what to get for anyone though, which is annoying. I only have Sophie’s and I know what I’m getting Kassy. That leaves about another…8 or 9 people who I’ll give real presents instead of chocs.

Oh and something happened last week which I meant to post before November was out but didn’t. Basically, I noticed because of a comment I had to confirm, that in November 06 (oh how time flies!) I made a post about my wardrobe door falling off. Well it’s happened again to the other door now! What is it about that month? There are 4 more doors in my room - does that mean in 2010, 2112 and 2114 they well follow suit!?

2114…I’ll be 22 then. How scary.