I was overwhelmed at the number of tabloids aka “celebrity” magazines in Tescos. Yet not one single copy of Wired could be found on their shelves. Lame. I also noticed the number of young girls on buses and trains reading this pappo-trash (I just made up this word. I think it’s kinda neat.) Anyway, I have a strong policy against reading pappo-trash. The day Britters shaved her head, I said good bye to pink, tmz, intouch, instyle, rag o’ the month. I just thought who am I to judge? And gadgets > lame fashion tips. Plus, what fashion tip do I need? How to stay warm and snug in your pajamas in your bed? or Sexy Slippers for work and play? (Assuming you could wear slippers outside. Might be inappropriate. I guess I should stop doing it.)

So why do Brits love their tabloids so much? And can any one explain the photo below? Is it possible that there is a link between fat balls and tabloids? If so, I’m anxious for your reply.

I was a die hard football fan when I was 15. I loved Manchester United, and Team Brasil. Enough to name my lil grey tabby cat, Romario. (He had excellent ball handling skills for a cat). That summer, I bought myself some serious umbro gear and headed to soccer camp. I will admit that my enthusiasm for the sport may have had a teeny weeny bit to do with the cuteness of certain players in the glossy posters I hung in my room. Maybe. But I sure had fun playing that summer, two broken toes and all. How did I break my toes playing football? Well, like the three previous times I broke my toes:

1. Kicking my Grandmother’s metal tea trolley;
2. Kicking the toilet seat whilst dancing in the bathroom;
3. Running into a sliding door;

In the most awkward way possible. Yeah. Coordination. Not. So. Much. My skating coaches were super thrilled when I had to take the first week off summer skating training because I couldn’t fit my swollen, black-and-blue toes in my skates.

Anyway, Man U was the best team then, and always, especially after the 4-nil pummeling they gave Arsenal in the FA Cup quarterfinals. Booyah!

Independent Thought:
If you have taken care to be on cheap cruises rather than the expensive cruise deals, naturally you will also care about the other expenses. Why not try a travel lodge this time instead of staying at expensive hotels?

It was a beautiful sunny day for the Bury St. Edmunds Saturday Market. And I was giddy like an English school girl when I found these hats amongst all the fruit and veg.

Monkey! A sacred animal in British folklore, astrology, and politics, the monkey is considered “a right lovely beast” by loads of British folks.

Look at those baby blues. You could melt any heart with this one-of-a-kind Chaton Chapeau.

This Aslan the Lion hat is a great way to show your Narnia pride.

Best thing about England so far. Mmm. Think I ordered enough? Yeah. Should hold me off till dinner.

PS. you can see in the bottom left corner that I’ve already spilt maple syrup all over the bed. Wouldn’t really be Canadian if I didn’t do something a little crazy with maple syrup.

PPS. It’s foggy and cold. Typical.

Independent Thought:
The best vacation deals are not necessarily the ones that have luxury flights. Take a heavenly cruise. Even a car rental can be fun if you choose it to be so.

 
Well, I’m off to England tomorrow for 8 days. I will be flying via Heathrow, London on British Airways. I am actually looking forward to the flight. 8.5 hours goes by in a snap with all-you-can-watch-movie touch screen display! I will be blogging whilst abroad, so stay tuned. You never know what kinds of tricksy things I will get up to in Jolly England. Maybe I’ll finally find Hogwarts, or get locked in a telephone box, get attacked by a three pronged plug, or maybe even take a ride with Postman pat.

not one little bit. just look at that mushy, stodgy pasta with overcooked and mildly suspicious looking veg. bluuurrrgh. turns my stomach just thinking about it.

my worst airplane food experience was on an Air Transat flight from Cancun, Mexico back home to Vancouver (see below screenshot as evidence). it’s hard to really discern what kind of food it actually is. it took me a few minutes to figure out which parts i was supposed to eat. apparently, it was the cold, overcooked, “soupy” scrambled eggs inside the waffle/pancake/inedible cardboard boat. i bet the cooks had a really good laugh over this one.

What’s your worst airplane food experience? (or *gasp* good airplane food experience)?

PS. i’ve become completely nocturnal. staying up until 7am and waking up at 3pm. it’s possible i could be turning into a vampire. if i post a video of me licking raw meat, i’d start protecting your jugular. i’ll come for the geeky ones first.

enjoy the comedy of errant golf balls as Tom, Ry and Mostly Lisa mostly hit up the Dunn’s River Pitch ‘n Putt in Ochos Rio, Jamaica.

Undergoing MyBlogLog Verification

Tomorrow I’m heading to Ocho Rios, Jamaica with Jessie Farrell, her mega-successful husband, and her acoustic band (Ryland and Jesse). We’re all headed to the Sandals Dunn’s River Villaggio. Why Villaggio? Because the resort is totally Italian Renaissance and totally posh.

And while the band is workin’ hard, playing shows, recording live radio, and filming a TV special for CMT, I shall be doing this:

Lovely! Stay tuned for picts and movies and assorted tales of getting totally smashed of Jamaican Rum or in my case, getting totally sugared-up eating loads of lovely little cakes for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.