My swine flu advice

Now, I know the NHS say catch it bin it kill it but come on, everyone's getting it in the wrong order and frankly it's slightly boring... I've come up with a new slogan.

WASH THE HANDS

SCRUB THEM WELL

WHEN THE FLU COMES...

USE THE GEL!

There's also hand actions but I'll leave them to your imagination, quite an enjoyable chant if I do say so myself.

Take my advice... it's better than tami flu

all my love... cat named cat x

Nobody puts baby in a corner!

Ah, the immortal line. When one Patrick Swayze goes and pulls Baby out of her corner... classic. Well on my travels today (which I will hopefully discuss later) I discovered the beloved Dirty Dancing is being *shudder* remade! I simply don't agree with this, how can you remake something that was already perfect? Well, rant over (it's still wrong though!). Anyway today I enjoyed one of the great British traditions... a trip to the seaside! Well, we went on a hours drive listening to the delights of the radio (well I say delights; evacuate the dance floor was played five times, release me three times and Lily Allen seemed to pop up a bit as well).  Anyway, the beach was surprisingly clean and it was actually warm! Warm, on the beach, in Britain! It was like some sort of miracle. It also inspired my new profile picture! (Tried to do a paw print, it didn't go particularly well). After a good bout of attempted sand castle building (why not!?) I enjoyed another radio session on the long drive home. But after today's experience I've come up with a few tips for your own day out.

My top tips;

1) Take you're own music (unless you want to run the risk of hearing JLS on what seemed like a continuos loop)

2) Don't eat the crab (you do not want to know)

3) Ignore the weather forecast (sunny much? How can you trust them any way, the all look suspicious and haven't we learned anything from Mr Fish?)

4) Don't try and sprint up a rather steep hill just because someone dares you too (even though I did it! Ha, take that!)

Have fun,

All my love, Cat named Cat x

summer time and the living is... cold.

Welcome, if you've stumbled upon this I'm amazed. So, I guess I better start writing huh? Right, summer in Britain, aka... the rainy season. As I look out the window now I can see black clouds, ready to burst. It always fools you... that slight hint on sunshine glinting through, this provokes the intolerable phrase "it'll get out later!". That's the spirit isn't it? But, it never gets out later, the person saying this knows it won't get out later but still they insist on 'keeping the faith'. You may ask why I have started my blog on the subject of the weather as it seems quite a dull and monotone topic, you're right of course however I felt it needed to be touched on considering the barbecue summer we were promised. So, so far my days have been reduced to finding moderate forms of exercise an watching re runs of top gear. I would have loved to have started this post with a sentiment of dishonesty; I sit in the garden, sipping on a cool lemonade. Looking up to the clear sapphire sky whilst the sausages sizzle on the grill. This in my opinion is how summer should be. At least it should have been like this today when I set out on the most death defying outing of all... the ramblers walk. Now to be fair, it's not exactly climbing Kilimanjaro but you have to face more dangers than wild animals and altitude sickness. You must face the horror's of the charvish council estate, the fumes of the local industrial estate and try not to step in any dog rubbish (for lack of a better word). Well I did survive the concrete jungle (that is after the group leader admitted that she had no idea where we were or where we were going, and half of the group separated... good times). Well, this was the first instalment of an eccentric in training... I hope you liked it. Hopefully it'll get better.

All my love... cat named cat x