My salad dressing days


Menstruation can be funny
July 30, 2005, 12:31 pm
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Well, it is if you find yourself buying sanitary products in a foreign land:


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I am troubled both by the brand name (Labellia – it’s just too darn, well, y’know, ‘reminiscent’, shall we say?) and then there’s the product name (although they have spared us full-on hysterics by omitting an ‘e’).

Still, to coin a famous piece of advertising copy, I guess you could say that It Does What It Says On The Tin.

P.S. Note I did not claim that PMT could be funny. PMT is no laughing matter. Nope. Never. It’s serious (occasionally murder-inciting) sh*t.

P.P.S. If you are already grossed out by this post: Shame On You. Oh, and when we get home, I’m gonna get me a Mooncup.

UPDATE: meantimes, Katiedid is demanding glitter in her Tampax

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Beach philosophy
July 29, 2005, 1:51 pm
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It began with a little Voltaire.


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Then some homespun wisdom (and yes, that is a sand-encrusted, pink wetsuit-wearing chicklet in the top left corner).


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And ended with some shameless self-publicity.



Honey, I shrunk the kilogram
July 25, 2005, 8:58 pm
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For some time now I’ve been worrying about the Paris kilogram. In case you hadn’t realised, it’s losing weight.

And I’m confused on two fronts: how do they know it has lost weight? (With what precisely are they comparing it?) And does this mean my diet was more or less successful than I previously thought?

Anyways, I think we need to get behind a bunch of scientists who are suggesting replacing the kilogram artifact — a cylinder of platinum-iridium alloy about the size of a plum — with a definition based on one of two unchanging natural phenomena, either a quantity of light or the mass of a fixed number of atoms.

I couldn’t agree more.



Taking the harmonica seriously
July 24, 2005, 11:28 am
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I’ll admit it. Until a few years ago, I had never taken the harmonica seriously. It seemed to me to be little more than a kids’ toy of an instrument. That was until I heard Larry Adler [1914-2001].

A quick potted history of the harmonica can be found here.

And, if you’re looking for a taster, I can highly recommend ‘The Glory of Gershwin’, on which famous modern day artists (Sting, Elton John, Jon Bon Jovi etc.) sing some favourite Gershwin tunes, accompanied by the fabulous Mr Adler (recorded a few years before his death).



An unseemly fascination
July 22, 2005, 3:40 pm
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My unseemly fascination with colonic irrigation
Was prompted by a programme on TV.
A tube they stick right up your butt
To flush the contents of the gut
And examine for a rather hefty fee.
Lying there, you contemplate
Whether all the meat you ate
Has rotted and fermented to a pulp.
But will it make you think again
When suff’ring from a pang or yen
Fries and a double cheeseburger to gulp?



Pay paradise…
July 21, 2005, 11:21 am
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Wireless broadband. Missing it with a passion hitherto unknown. Ms Mitchell was right, damn her.

I WANT TO SURF.
I WANT TO READ YOUR BLOGS.
I WANT TO READ AND COMMENT ON YOUR BLOGS.
I WANT TO UPLOAD AN IMAGE OF MS MITCHELL WITHOUT HAVING TO GO FOR A SWIM WHILST I WAIT.



French ads raise titters in Chick household
July 20, 2005, 5:59 am
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Salut! Finally [**mild and excited hyperventilation**] I am online from France profonde! Although no wireless broadband, so it takes a billion years for anything to upload/download/order a cup of coffee (but when it arrives, it is goooooood).

Well, we slipped down here from London a treat time-wise, stopping over for the night in a hotel. With an hour or so to kill before bedtime and in a bid to entertain two very excited, bed-bouncing chicklets, we decided to take a look at some French TV.

It seems that cartoons have the same mesmeric qualities for kids regardless of language. And, of course, in between, we were treated to a batch of French adverts.

It’s always a giggle to see how some international products translate abroad. It turns out that the bubble gum Hubba Bubba, whilst spelt the same, is pronounced ‘Ooba Booba’. And the industrial strength will-skin-your-cat-and-melt-your-coinage cleaning product Cillit Bang comes over as ‘Cillit Bong’. For some unknown reason, this caused many-a-titter. But then Mr Chick and I do possess a very childish sense of humour.

A toute a l’heure!