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.

Dear Englanders,

I have a question Re: The London Underground aka The Tube. Why is it called the underground when most stations are above the ground? And where does the London Underground begin? And is it still called a “train” even when it’s in the underground or is it simply the tube. I’m slightly confused.

See below a picture montage to illustrate said confusion. (aside: I suppose I could just google/wiki it and i could find out, but then you wouldn’t get to add your smarmy know-it-all comments. plus, i like to get my info from reliable sources, and you, my smarmy British commenting friends are as reliable as they come.)

We start our journey on the Picadilly line at Hownslow Central station located approx. 7 mins from Heathrow Airport. It’s a lovely sunny day, innit? Yes indeed.

This looks like a train to me. A train that is above the ground. I get it that Great Britain is great and can make up their own rules about what to call things, but the train/tube thing is confuuuusing…

Like say you are at Green Park station (see illegal green park underground picture below) would you say: “I’m sat at the train station with my mates on the way to grab some pints and watch the football match.” OR “I’m sat at the tube station sharing a bag of crisps with my mates whilst trying to attract the attention of a well fit bird with our iPhones.” Now would it be different if you were say… at King’s Cross, which seems to be a combo of an underground station and a train station…

Explain me. ta.

I dare you to find a more random and absurd window display. I found this gem in a Dance Shop in Bury St. Edmunds, Suffolk. Seriously. If you try to understand it you may hurt your brain, so just let the absurdity wash over you like marshmallow paint… huh? feels a bit sticky doesn’t it? Sure does.

Please note that I am experiencing severe form of “back-to-the-future” jet-lag and withdrawal of daily room service and Butterkist Toffee Popcorn. The only thing that calms my nerves is pirating tv shows for my new iPod. Arrrrr! Just started Dexter Season 1.

Queen’s Diamond Anniversary Bells outside my hotel room from Lisa Bettany on Vimeo.

It’s the Queen’s Diamond Wedding Anniversary! The church bells in outside The Angel Hotel in Bury St. Edmunds have been ringing all day. And by all day, I mean alllll day.

They are ringing in my head… like a Nelly Furtado ring tone. The madness… the beauty…

Starting to hear things. Strange things. Messages from the Scientologists… 911 conspiracy theories… the secret behind Walker’s Marmite crisps…

Apparently it is illegal to take pictures in the London Underground. Oops. I guess video footage isn’t cool either… I swears I didn’t know. Peace loving Canadian here. I love England. Hooray for the Queen and drizzly grey days and darkness that sets in shortly after tea time and Top Gear and access to the iPhone and crisps and breakfasts that come with baked beans…

i felt mildly giddy whilst driving passed Slough and Reading. The driver of the car and the other passenger, however, did not share my giddy delight and would not stop calling it “a right sh*t hole”.