tag:hemlok.blog.co.uk,2009-11-10:/what was I thinking....?MokoFeed2009-11-10T23:25:08+01:00tag:hemlok.blog.co.uk,2009-08-07:/2009/08/07/weird-hemlok-hellboy-ah-reality-i-conclude-that-there-is-too-little-aaaaggghhhh-life-leisure-6674753/hemlok2009-08-07T21:44:39+02:002009-08-07T21:46:15+02:00 <p><img src="/img/smilies/icon_crazy.gif" alt=":crazy:" class="middle" border="0"><img src="/img/smilies/grayyes.gif" alt=":yes:" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>It is official. I am definitely not sane, and I have the diagosis to prove it..... </p> <p>I now know where all the memory problems and endless confusion and blank spots come from.. explaining them to other people is the hard part. I am now writing everything down, and carrying notebooks with me so that I have a record of what the hell I'm supposed to be doing on any given day. I'm discovering stuff I signed up for and don't have any memory of: I have found websites I am contributing to, and don't know about: and have already spoken to several people over the past few months that I know I don't know, but who seem to know me. this all makes life very complicated, but hey.. who couldn't use a little more excitement? </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://hemlok.blog.co.uk/2009/08/07/weird-hemlok-hellboy-ah-reality-i-conclude-that-there-is-too-little-aaaaggghhhh-life-leisure-6674753/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:hemlok.blog.co.uk,2009-08-04:/2009/08/04/you-re-not-going-to-believe-who-this-is-6652955/hemlok2009-08-04T21:57:01+02:002009-08-04T21:57:01+02:00 <p>Ok</p> <p>Yes, some of you may vaguely recall me from MANY months ago.</p> <p>I haven't been able to return to the blog: so much going on over here, and I've been such a mess. Just wanted to let everyone know that I DO still remember where you all are, and I do think about you... Now all I need to do is kick myself in the behind, and keep writing.</p> <p>One of the things I have been doing is creating another blog.. it's very different from this... more like a journal than anything.... I started it to help me make sense of what has been happening, and now IU have been asked by the few people who have read any of it, whether I will publish it. I don't know whether that is likely - I wouldn't know how, but I have at least been able to kick it into shape: being able to achieve even that much has helped!</p> <p>More later, when I can actually string a sentence together in less than 2 hours!</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://hemlok.blog.co.uk/2009/08/04/you-re-not-going-to-believe-who-this-is-6652955/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:hemlok.blog.co.uk,2009-02-26:/2009/02/26/hello-from-a-stranger-5655839/hemlok2009-02-26T20:18:08+01:002009-02-26T20:18:08+01:00 <p><img src="/img/smilies/icon_surprised.gif" alt=":o" class="middle" border="0"><br> Now look... I have taken myself outside and given myself a reet good tellin' off.... actually, having no internet connection at home, and then the powers that be at the office withdrawing internet access at work, I have had SUCH terrible withdrawal symptoms - but all that has changed for now - internet has arrived at my house, and I can actually get on the computer without having to drug my other half and drag him into a corner...... so I'll be back!<br> xx </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://hemlok.blog.co.uk/2009/02/26/hello-from-a-stranger-5655839/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:hemlok.blog.co.uk,2008-12-09:/2008/12/09/yes-i-am-still-on-the-planet-5191304/hemlok2008-12-09T18:26:32+01:002008-12-09T18:26:32+01:00 <p>Um... Hallo everyone. you may remember that I used to actually post o n here some time back: unfortunately life has a way of climbing onto your lap. slapping you around a little, and dragging you out to deal with stuff outside.... !</p> <p>Things have been a little fraught recently, so I had to take a break for a whole: what with the house, my little meltdown and various other (minor) panics, I have not had the energy, or the mentalcapacity to concentrate for long wnough to actualy write much here, but I have been thinking aout you all, and want to thank you for your kindness, and for the messages offering a chance to talk.. I'm sorry that i didn;t feel able to take you up on those, but it was just too big for me to deal with!</p> <p>ANYWAY<br> I'm back! - new and improved, and (Usky!) with additional naughtiness added - watch out!</p> <p><img src="/img/smilies/icon_twisted.gif" alt=":>" class="middle" border="0"> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://hemlok.blog.co.uk/2008/12/09/yes-i-am-still-on-the-planet-5191304/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:hemlok.blog.co.uk,2008-10-28:/2008/10/28/oh-dear-4946738/hemlok2008-10-28T19:44:32+01:002008-10-28T19:44:32+01:00 <p>Yep - I accepted an invite to a posh party trhown by a partner company tothe one I work with thinking - free transport and food: a bar> music,. dancing.... there'll be LOADS of my colleagues queueing up to go..... Nope - there was Just ME, and lots of people I hadn't met yet. Nowm, face to face, I am the most socially inept soul you could hope to find, and I'm terrified of big groups of strangers..... however, I met 2 couples who invited me to join them at their table, and proceeded to have a FANTASTIC night out...</p> <p>I had also taken along Brian the Werewolf (see the pic at the top of the page if you haven't yet met him!) and persuaded someone to take a pic of him: unforunately he was pictured with someone who hasn't given permission for me to publish it, so until I find a way of disguising him, I can't put the pic on site, but I am SO proud of myself, I wanted to tell the world!! Yay Me!!!!! </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://hemlok.blog.co.uk/2008/10/28/oh-dear-4946738/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:hemlok.blog.co.uk,2008-10-21:/2008/10/21/happiness-meme-4906967/hemlok2008-10-21T13:46:23+02:002008-10-21T13:46:23+02:00 <p> things that make me happy? ok:</p> <p>1) woodlands (proper woods, though: not ones where they undergrowth has been destroyed...)<br> 2) writing<br> 3) my silly friend, and our bizarre email conversations<br> 4) blogging!<br> 5) travelling</p> <p>(or 5 pieces of chocolate, If I want an instant cheering up!) </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://hemlok.blog.co.uk/2008/10/21/happiness-meme-4906967/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:hemlok.blog.co.uk,2008-10-16:/2008/10/16/what-am-i-doing-4881455/hemlok2008-10-16T15:48:34+02:002008-10-16T15:48:34+02:00 <p><img src="/img/smilies/icon_crazy.gif" alt=":crazy:" class="middle" border="0"><br> yes.. it has been a Very long time since I did this.... no excuses: just that I have been in a very strange place personally, and this reaally is not the place for me to be going into any detail about it......but I have been thinking about you all, and I will be able to come back and play soon, I hope</p> <p>so: Happy soon to be Birthdaym, Davidjohn - hope you have a fantastic day, and all your friends remeber to write you:</p> <p>Wargrym - still here when you need me: still think you're the best xx</p> <p>la_Spice...jackFrost - you Rock!!</p> <p>and all others - Miss you all will be better soon, and looking forward to renewing blogging!<br> love to all<br> Hem </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://hemlok.blog.co.uk/2008/10/16/what-am-i-doing-4881455/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:hemlok.blog.co.uk,2008-09-10:/2008/09/10/1-what-time-did-you-get-up-this-morning-4707345/hemlok2008-09-10T10:27:37+02:002008-09-10T10:27:37+02:00 <p>1. What time did you get up this morning? 06:00<br> 2. Diamonds or pearls? Pearls<br> 3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema? Batman Begins<br> 4. What is your favourite TV show? most haunted<br> 5. What do you usually have for breakfast? Toast<br> 6. What is your middle name? Elizabeth (yes, really!)<br> 7. What food do you dislike? Gluten free bread (Yecchhhh!!!)<br> 8. What is your favourite CD at moment? Marilyn manson<br> 9. What kind of car do you drive? Don't drive - but I have a pushbike<br> 10.Favourite sandwich? BLT.<br> 11.What characteristic do you despise? aggression.<br> 12.Favourite item of clothing? my velvet 1700's style coat<br> 13.If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go? newe Zealand (or back to Budapest).<br> 14.Favourite brand of clothing? Don't do brands<br> 15.Where would you retire to? Transylvania.<br> 16.What was your most recent memorable birthday? memorable? at my age?<br> 17. Favourite sport to watch? Rugby League<br> 18. Furtherest place you are sending this? no idea<br> 19. Person you expect to send it back first? not a soul<br> 20. When is your birthday? December<br> 21. you a morning person or a night person? Night<br> 22. What is your shoe size? 8<br> 23. Pets? two budgies, a dog and a cat.<br> 24. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share with us? i don't do exciting anymore<br> 25. What did you want to be when you were little? bigger<br> 26. How are you today? strange<br> 27. What is your favourite sweets? Duh!! chocolate.<br> 28.What is your favourite flower? freesia<br> 29. What is a day on the calendar you are looking forward to? all of them (Except the ones that have gone<br> 30. What is your full name? heh heh - not a chance!<br> 31. What are you listening to right now? my boss moaning<br> 32. What was the last thing you ate? large red apple<br> 33. Do you wish on stars? for a particulart star, maybe!<br> 34. If you were a crayon, what colour would you be? purple<br> 35. How is the weather right now? overcast but sunny<br> 36. The first person you spoke to on the phone today? a colleague<br> 37.Favourite soft drink? oasis<br> 38. Favourite restaurant? The Homestead<br> 39. Real hair colour? Brown and grey<br> 40. What was your favourite toy as a child? brothers train set<br> 41. Summer or winter? Winter<br> 42. Hugs or kisses? depends who it is!<br> 43. Chocolate or Vanilla? chocolate (again, Duh!)<br> 44. Coffee or tea? Tea<br> 45. Do you want your friends to Post you back? Yes!!<br> 46. When was the last time you cried? yesterday<br> 47. What is under your bed? darkness<br> 48. What did you do last night? internet chatted with a friend on facebook: went home and slobbed out<br> 49. What are you afraid of? everything<br> 50. Salty or sweet? salty.<br> 51. How many keys on your key ring? which one? 5 on one, 11 on the other<br> 52. How many years at your current job? 2.5<br> 53. Favourite day of the week? saturday<br> 54. How many towns have you lived in? 2<br> 55. Do you make friends easily? in person, no<br> 56. How many people will you send this to? who-ever reads it<br> 57. How many will respond? no idea!! </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://hemlok.blog.co.uk/2008/09/10/1-what-time-did-you-get-up-this-morning-4707345/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:hemlok.blog.co.uk,2008-07-16:/2008/07/16/welcome-to-my-world-4455607/hemlok2008-07-16T13:14:26+02:002008-07-16T13:14:26+02:00 <p><img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/smileys21.gif" border="0" alt=""><img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/smileys30.gif" border="0" alt=""></p> <p>Today is.... Wednesday?  Ok - I'm back: now comfortably settled into my cosy little internal fantasy life, the better to be able to grin annoyingly, and refuse to tell anyone what I'm grinning at (you should HEAR the frustration from my colleagues)</p> <p>anyway....<br>Today, most of my workmates have gone on strike (yay!!) so I should be extra busy (I'm not: trust me, I couldn't be writing this if  I was!) I can't contact The Pasha because his mobile is on the spritz, and a friend has invited herself over for coffee tonight so we can have a good old girly gossip....  Sounds like a plan to me: Of course, I also have a large bottle of Pimms, and access to our ENTIRE dvd collection (heh heh heh!!) so if all else fails, I can overdose on my favourite movies (African Queen, anyone?) and get merrily blotto while I do....... Life is (once again) sweet......</p> <p>the only downside is that my internet is broken *AAAAgggghhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!*  so I can't invite you all to join me for drinks and movies in  my cabin cubby hole aboard the GSL, so I'll have to have a "show and tell" post later, if anything exciting happens</p> <p>Who am I trying to kid.... NOTHING exciting Ever happens in this town!   Ah well - back to my fantasy world...*blissful sigh*  Ahhhh - like sinking into a hot, scented bath, with a large glass of champagne, and a box of VERY special chocolates......... </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://hemlok.blog.co.uk/2008/07/16/welcome-to-my-world-4455607/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:hemlok.blog.co.uk,2008-07-14:/2008/07/14/i-can-t-see-to-write-anything-i-m-crying-4447200/hemlok2008-07-14T17:19:12+02:002008-07-14T17:19:12+02:00 <p>THIS IS HYSTERICAL! </p> <p>(I don't have a clue as to who wrote this, but....WHAT A HOOT!)</p> <p>All hair removal methods have tricked women with their promises of easy, painless removal - The Epilady, scissors, razors, Nair and now...the wax. Read on..........</p> <p>My night began as any other normal weeknight. Come home, fix<br> dinner, play with the kids. I then had the thought that would ring<br> painfully in my mind for the next few hours: 'Maybe I should pull the<br> waxing kit out of the medicine cabinet.'</p> <p>So I headed to the site of my demise: the bathroom. It was one of<br> those 'cold wax' kits. No melting a clump of hot wax, you just rub<br> the strips together in your hand, they get warm and you peel them<br> apart and press them to your leg (or wherever else) and you pull the<br> hair right off .</p> <p>No muss, no fuss. How hard can it be? I mean, I'm not a genius, but I am mechanically inclined enough to figure this out. (YA THINK!?!)</p> <p>So I pull one of the thin strips out. Its two strips facing each other stuck together. Instead of rubbing them together, my genius kicks in so I get out the hair dryer and heat it to 1000 degrees. ('Cold wax,' yeah...right!) I lay the strip across my thigh. Hold the skin around it tight and pull. It works!</p> <p>OK, so it wasn't the best feeling, but it wasn't too bad. I can do this! Hair removal no longer eludes me! I am She-rah, fighter of all wayward body hair and maker of smooth skin extraordinaire.</p> <p>With my next wax strip I move north. After checking on the kids, I sneak back into the bathroom, for the ultimate hair fighting championship. I drop my panties and place one foot on the toilet.</p> <p>Using the same procedure, I apply the wax strip across the right side of my bikini line, covering the right half of my hoo-ha and stretching down to the inside of my butt cheek (it was a long strip) I inhale deeply and brace myself....RRRRIIIPPP!!!!</p> <p>I'm blind!!! Blinded from pain!!!!....OH MY GAWD!!!!!!!!!</p> <p>Vision returning, I notice that I've only managed to pull off half the strip. CRAP! Another deep breath and RIPP! Everything is spinning and spotted.</p> <p>I think I may pass out...must stay conscious...must stay conscious. Do I hear crashing drums??? Breathe, breathe...OK, back to normal.</p> <p>I want to see my trophy - a wax covered strip, the one that has caused me so much pain, with my hairy pelt sticking to it. I want to revel in the glory that is my triumph over body hair. I hold up the strip!</p> <p>There's no hair on it.</p> <p>Where is the hair??? WHERE IS THE WAX???</p> <p>Slowly I ease my head down, foot still perched on the toilet. I see the hair. The hair that should be on the strip...it's not! I touch. I am touching wax.</p> <p>I run my fingers over the most sensitive part of my body, which is now covered in cold wax and matted hair. Then I make the next BIG<br> mistake...remember my foot is still propped upon the toilet? I know I need to do something. So I put my foot down.</p> <p>Sealed shut! My butt is sealed shut. Sealed shut!</p> <p>I penguin walk around the bathroom trying to figure out what to do and think to myself 'Please don't let me get the urge to poop.</p> <p>My head may pop off!' What can I do to melt the wax?</p> <p>Hot water!! Hot water melts wax!! I'll run the hottest water I can stand, into the bathtub, get in, immerse the wax-covered bits and the wax should melt and I can gently wipe it off, right???</p> <p>*WRONG!!!!!!!*</p> <p>I get in the tub - the water is slightly hotter than that used to<br> torture prisoners of war or sterilize surgical equipment - I sit.</p> <p>Now, the only thing worse than having your nether regions glued<br> together, is having them glued together and then glued to the bottom of the tub....in scalding hot water.</p> <p>Which, by the way, doesn't melt cold wax.</p> <p>So, now I'm stuck to the bottom of the tub as though I had cemented myself to the porcelain!! God bless the man who had convinced me a few months ago to have a phone put in the bathroom!!!!!</p> <p>I call my friend, thinking surely she has waxed before and has some secret of how to get me undone. It's a very good conversation starter. 'So, my butt and hoo-ha are glued together to the bottom of the tub!'</p> <p>There is a slight pause. She doesn't know any secret tricks for<br> removal but she does try to hide her laughter from me.</p> <p>She wants to know exactly where the wax is located,'Are we talking cheeks or hole or hoo-ha?'</p> <p>She's laughing out loud by now...I can hear her. I give her the rundown and she suggests I call the number on the side of the box.</p> <p>YEAH!!!!! Right!! I should be the joke of someone else's night.</p> <p>While we go through various solutions. I resort to trying to scrape the wax off with a razor . Nothing feels better than to have your girlie goodies covered in hot wax, glued shut, stuck to the tub in super hot<br> water and then dry-shaving the sticky wax off!! By now the brain is not working, dignity has taken a major hike and I'm pretty sure I'm going to need Post-Traumatic Stress counseling for this event.</p> <p>My friend is still talking with me when I finally see my saving<br> grace....the lotion they give you to remove the excess wax.</p> <p>What do I really have to lose at this point? I rub some on and OH<br> MY GOD!!!!!!! The scream probably woke the kids and scared the<br> dickens out of my friend. It's sooo painful, but I really don't care.<br> 'IT WORKS!!</p> <p>It works !!' I get a hearty congratulation from my friend and she<br> hangs up. I successfully remove the remainder of the wax and then<br> notice to my grief and despair....THE HAIR IS STILL THERE.......ALL<br> OF IT! So I recklessly shave it off. Heck, I'm numb by now. Nothing<br> hurts. I could have amputated my own leg at this point.</p> <p>Next week I'm going to try hair color......</p> <p>Beckie </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://hemlok.blog.co.uk/2008/07/14/i-can-t-see-to-write-anything-i-m-crying-4447200/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:hemlok.blog.co.uk,2008-07-14:/2008/07/14/wha-4446912/hemlok2008-07-14T16:24:13+02:002008-07-14T16:24:13+02:00 <p><img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/16cry.gif" border="0" alt=""></p> <p>I liked bein a pirate *sniff*</p> <p> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://hemlok.blog.co.uk/2008/07/14/wha-4446912/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:hemlok.blog.co.uk,2008-07-07:/2008/07/07/title-4414502/hemlok2008-07-07T11:38:29+02:002008-07-07T11:39:15+02:00 <p><img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/icon_wave.gif" border="0" alt=""><br>Ok - just so's you know I keep a bargain when asked - I have joined the scurvy crew of the Black Pearl - look out for the pirates group blog, and put your mark on the sign-up papers...... better voluntarily than wake up with a hangover and that strange sensation of movement......! </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://hemlok.blog.co.uk/2008/07/07/title-4414502/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:hemlok.blog.co.uk,2008-06-26:/2008/06/26/brief-4367738/hemlok2008-06-26T16:28:28+02:002008-06-26T16:28:28+02:00 <p><img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/graycry.gif" border="0" alt=""><br>Bad day today - feel very down and alone....... wouldn't usually blog when like this, but had to do something.......  need to take some time, so may not be back to site for a few days.</p> <p>hem</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://hemlok.blog.co.uk/2008/06/26/brief-4367738/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:hemlok.blog.co.uk,2008-06-17:/2008/06/17/just-curious-4327763/hemlok2008-06-17T17:03:12+02:002008-06-17T17:03:12+02:00 <p>I have been visiting the "celebcrushes" blog, and as some of you may have noticed from the 2 I have admitted to so far, may appear to have 1) slightly bizarre taste, and 2) a monster/bad boy fetish (and....?) <img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/smiley-surprised2.gif" border="0" alt=""> <img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/11redface.gif" border="0" alt=""></p> <p>The thing is, that I have a theory that people tend to fall in lust (or love) in 2 main ways - either with their eyes or their ears. For me, voices and accents have always caught my attention before looks.... in my late teens I had a HUGE crush on the actor John Hurt, simply because I heard him speaking on a radio programme and fell madly in love with his voice.  I'm not saying that looks don't count, or that in real-life relationships I would decide on a partner soley because of the way that they sound, but would I have been initially attracted to some of my ex's if I hadn't liked the way they sounded?  what do you all think?</p> <p>Hem<br>x</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://hemlok.blog.co.uk/2008/06/17/just-curious-4327763/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:hemlok.blog.co.uk,2008-06-09:/2008/06/09/surprise-new-friend-4293135/hemlok2008-06-09T16:14:20+02:002008-06-09T16:14:20+02:00 <p><img src="http://data5.blog.de/media/815/2581815_2f9ba50354_s.jpg" alt="New Friend" hspace="5" vspace="5">Look who popped out to see me while I was on my way home from work! I just hope that he managed to get back into his hidey-hole safely after he kindly posed for pictures! </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://hemlok.blog.co.uk/2008/06/09/surprise-new-friend-4293135/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:hemlok.blog.co.uk,2008-06-03:/2008/06/03/the-things-i-do-with-my-time-4263480/hemlok2008-06-03T15:52:16+02:002008-06-03T15:52:16+02:00 <p><img src="/img/smilies/graylaugh.gif" alt=":))" class="middle" border="0"><br>It took me 3 days to get that last posting right!! (technophobe!)</p> <p>Anyway.... another odd question for you all. A friend and I were discussing total rubbish as we often do over a coffee, and we found that we have exactly the same views on which condiments should go with which foods, so:</p> <p>bacon sandwich - (ketchup or brown sauce?)</p> <p>chips (fries for the US citizens among us!) - ketchup, mayonnaise, or brown sauce?</p> <p>Fish Finger Sandwiches (now you should be really confused!)<br>sausages?<br>Cheese sandwiches?<br>scrambled eggs?</p> <p>We went on for some time, and it was spooky how compatible we were! (and how many odd looks we were getting over our cries of "Brown!" "Red" and even "There's no excuse for mayonnaise!!"</p> <p>happy Tuesday!<br>Hem<br>xx</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://hemlok.blog.co.uk/2008/06/03/the-things-i-do-with-my-time-4263480/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:hemlok.blog.co.uk,2008-06-02:/2008/06/02/my-cycle-ride-home-4259112/hemlok2008-06-02T16:58:01+02:002008-06-03T15:44:30+02:00 <p>Ok. this is where I start once I'm off the main road<a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/media/photo/closer_view/2566683" title="closer view"><img src="http://data5.blog.de/media/683/2566683_e5f3cf993c_s.jpg" alt="closer view" hspace="5" vspace="5"></a><br>Then there's this<br><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/media/photo/look_who_i_found/2566682" title="look who I found"><img src="http://data5.blog.de/media/682/2566682_b1ea151d26_s.jpg" alt="look who I found" hspace="5" vspace="5"></a><br>Then I see this....<br><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/media/photo/fountain_arboretum/2566743" title="fountain arboretum"><img src="http://data5.blog.de/media/743/2566743_0f63dea188_s.jpg" alt="fountain arboretum" hspace="5" vspace="5"></a><br>and a bit further on , I look back at this.....<br><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/media/photo/yep_i_just_climbed_this/2566669" title="Yep - I just climbed this "><img src="http://data5.blog.de/media/669/2566669_06a38b184b_s.jpg" alt="Yep - I just climbed this " hspace="5" vspace="5"></a></p> <p>and eventuallyl come out to here, the last quiet bit before I get to the last main road<br><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/media/photo/last_quiet_bit_before_the_main_road/2566668" title="last quiet bit before the main road"><img src="http://data5.blog.de/media/668/2566668_1029d0267f_s.jpg" alt="last quiet bit before the main road" hspace="5" vspace="5"></a></p> <p>But tonight, It's raining, and I look like this<br><img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/graysigh.gif" border="0" alt=""> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://hemlok.blog.co.uk/2008/06/02/my-cycle-ride-home-4259112/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:hemlok.blog.co.uk,2008-05-06:/2008/05/06/wheree-did-that-come-from-4138947/hemlok2008-05-06T16:24:08+02:002008-05-06T16:24:27+02:00 <p><img src="/img/smilies/icon_cool.gif" alt="B)" class="middle" border="0"><img src="/img/smilies/graysmilewinkgrin.gif" alt=";D" class="middle" border="0"><br> Yay!!! Sun sun SUN!! I spent yesterday doing so much housework Pash will think I've gone all domesticated - but being able to wash some bits of laundry and get them out on the washing line, dried, ironed and put away in the space of 3 hours..... Bliss! and while the sun was doing all that, I opened all the windows, and let the beasties out to bask on the front yard...... <img src="/img/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt=":>>" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>unfortunately, I have to wear factor 50+ sun lotion, and cover myself from head to foot when the sun shines, but that doesn't stop me sitting out in a shady spot and enjoying it. Hope it's just as nice where everyone else is!<img src="/img/smilies/icon_wave.gif" alt=":wave:" class="middle" border="0"> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://hemlok.blog.co.uk/2008/05/06/wheree-did-that-come-from-4138947/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:hemlok.blog.co.uk,2008-04-30:/2008/04/30/title-4114111/hemlok2008-04-30T12:47:29+02:002008-05-21T15:24:57+02:00 <p><img src="/img/smilies/graymad.gif" alt=">:-(" class="middle" border="0"><br> bah Humbug!! it's raining AGAIN, and I have to pootle off into town on my poor old Bike, too.... not to mention trying to get home at the end of my <del>horribl</del> delightful day at work!<img src="/img/smilies/graysigh.gif" alt=":**:" class="middle" border="0"> Never mind - at least my garden looks good.... </p> <p>So: not been up to very much lately, except paid a visit at the weekend (you know who you are!) and had a LOOOOOOOOOONG talk (well I talked: he mainly listened while his eyes glazed over and his brain tried to crawl out through his ears)<img src="/img/smilies/icon_wth.gif" alt="|-|" class="middle" border="0"> : so, thanks for looking after me, and I will see you again soon, ok?</p> <p>this week... well, it's work as normal, looking after the beasties: doggy is in a very silly mood this morning, and for some reason, my usually aloof and grouchy cat has suddenly come over all affectionate and clingy: I spent much of last night wearing a purring furry neck-warmer that occasionally offered wet, fish-scented kisses all over my face...... Ah - the joys of owning a pet.....<img src="/img/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt=":>>" class="middle" border="0"> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://hemlok.blog.co.uk/2008/04/30/title-4114111/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:hemlok.blog.co.uk,2008-04-25:/2008/04/25/hrrrumph-4092523/hemlok2008-04-25T11:01:55+02:002008-04-25T11:01:55+02:00 <p><img src="/img/smilies/grayupset.gif" alt=":##" class="middle" border="0"><br> Why is it that all of my household bills arrive at the same time?<img src="/img/smilies/icon_censored.gif" alt=">:XX" class="middle" border="0"> and the gas company have NEVER read the meter, so I always have to get them to come out and do it, and then wait for ANOTHER bill, and still get letters asking why I haven't paid the estimated one, and have to spend HOURS and HOURS on the phone to some poor misguided soul who usually has NO idea what I'm talking about.......<img src="/img/smilies/grayno.gif" alt=":no:" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>Ok. Rant over!<img src="/img/smilies/icon_wave.gif" alt=":wave:" class="middle" border="0"> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://hemlok.blog.co.uk/2008/04/25/hrrrumph-4092523/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:hemlok.blog.co.uk,2008-03-26:/2008/03/26/title-3944841/hemlok2008-03-26T18:12:47+01:002008-03-26T18:14:08+01:00 <p><img src="/img/smilies/icon_lol.gif" alt=":DD" class="middle" border="0"><img src="/img/smilies/icon_wave.gif" alt=":wave:" class="middle" border="0"><br> Yes.... oddly enough, I'm still here, desite the long gap between postings: sometimes I'm just not myself. and that takes a while to sort out (the inside of my head does resemble oneof those dusty old attics in a '70's horror movie - I can never find anything in there.....)</p> <p>ANYWAY... Easter weekend -<img src="/img/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt=":>>" class="middle" border="0"> oooodles of fun with the beasties: Indie LOOVES the snow, and I woke up at 06:00 easter Sunday mornign to find it snowing like a good un, and about 4 inches of snow on the ground. i dragged on a nice big winter coat and scarf, managed to get Indie's leash on, and folded it so she can carry it, and opened the door...... 10 seconds later, our pristine front yard was trashed, and there was a huge chocolate blur pelting around like a mad thing. She was hysterical with excitement - I had to take her onto the local park and let her loose, and she was so over excited that she peed herself! (yes, I know... thanks for sharing, Hem!) Beastie loves the snow so much that she launches herself headfirst into it, and has even tobogganed across the street on her side. By the time I managed to persuade her that we had to go home (i was turning blue!) she was white from head to foot, and panting like a train,and my ribs ached from laughing at her. What a morning! But by 11:00 it had all melted away.</p> <p>Pash has been on his travels for work, and has spent time in Brighton, Surrey, London and Manchester; this week he is working on our own county, and is able to come home eash night (for only the second time in the 20 years we have been together!) Yay!</p> <p>Work is still as dull as ever, but I like the people, and I'm at least in the warm: nd now that I'm back on an even keel, I feel much better: </p> <p>Hi to Wargrym and to Baybe - sorry if I worried you, but I'm really ok now. i'll try to post some more interesting stuff next time!<img src="/img/smilies/icon_wave.gif" alt=":wave:" class="middle" border="0"> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://hemlok.blog.co.uk/2008/03/26/title-3944841/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:hemlok.blog.co.uk,2008-02-08:/2008/02/08/and_the_answers_are~3700221/hemlok2008-02-08T23:29:06+01:002008-02-08T23:29:06+01:00 <p>1. What would be the contents of your perfect pie? </p> <p>savoury - steak and kidney<br> sweet - key lime pie (sigh!)<img src="/img/smilies/grayyes.gif" alt=":yes:" class="middle" border="0"><img src="/img/smilies/graysmilewinkgrin.gif" alt=";D" class="middle" border="0">;</p> <p>2. Lift your eyes from the screen - what's the first thing you see and how did it get there?<br> Notebook and pen - I put them there<br> <img src="/img/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":D" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>3. What, if anything, would you like to get rid of in your life and why?<br> <img src="/img/smilies/grayuhoh.gif" alt="U-(" class="middle" border="0"> the little scrotes who keepsmashing the street lamps in my area.... they're going to get electrocuted and killed if they're not careful, and no-one on my street can see what they're doing outside their houses</p> <p>4. If you were building your own house what one room would you include that you don't have now?<br> an old-fashioned library complete with floor to ceiling shelves, leather chesterfields, open fireplace, green-shaded desk lamps, and a study area.... (and of course a music system to play softly in the background...)</p> <p>5. When you were little people asked "what do you want to be when you up?". Does your answer then match what you do now? </p> <p>Pretty much... Not career-wise, but I wanted to be happy (and not to grow up.... succeeded there!!)</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://hemlok.blog.co.uk/2008/02/08/and_the_answers_are~3700221/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:hemlok.blog.co.uk,2008-01-30:/2008/01/30/wednesday_bleh~3655164/hemlok2008-01-30T16:56:39+01:002008-01-30T16:56:39+01:00 <p><img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/14sad.gif" border="0" alt=""><br>Don't know quite why, but having a pretty *bleh* day.... no energy and no enthusiasm for anything. happens from time to time, and I'll get over it, but really feel like this is a "shut the doors and forget the world" kid of day. Don't like feeling like this, and need something to do, so thought I'd post.</p> <p>Just been thinking about "ago" and whether it is ever possible to go back to things that stopped. When I was a Ickle Hemlok, and still very keen, I was learning to play the piano. I had lessons privately until I was about 11, then my Secondary School took over, but I got extra lessons from my amazing grandad. who was such a big influence on me... unfortuantely, at 14, the school started to charge for lessons, and with 4 of us all playing various instruments, it cost too much, and all lessons stopped.</p> <p>Now I'm not for a moment saying I was any good <img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/grayno.gif" border="0" alt="">(believe me, I wasn't... my private teacher did her best, and entered me for a competition when I was about 9: trouble was, although i played the test piece well enough for her, I fell apart in front of an audience, and could not identify a single note on the page.....) but I enjoyed playing, and retained some of what I had learned for years. I often bemoaned the fact that I had not been able to carry on. and then, 2 years ago, I was given the loveliest old piano by Pash. I am now painstakingly trying to relearn all the pieces in my old music books (yes,I kept them all!) and surprising myself because I have been able to play some of them only fairly badly, rather than so badly that the piano police have been called to take away my weapon of mass depression.....and every time I sit down at that keyboard, I am ten years old again, loving the smell, the sight, and the sound of that gorgeous old thing, and constantly stunned that it is mine......</p> <p>Sometimes, all our inner child needs is a little encouragement.<img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/smiley-money-mouth.gif" border="0" alt=""> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://hemlok.blog.co.uk/2008/01/30/wednesday_bleh~3655164/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:hemlok.blog.co.uk,2008-01-27:/2008/01/27/what_have_i_done~3639180/hemlok2008-01-27T14:12:32+01:002008-01-27T14:12:32+01:00 <p><img src="/img/smilies/icon_redface.gif" alt=":oops:" class="middle" border="0"><img src="/img/smilies/graybigeek.gif" alt="88|" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>Ok - being aware of the "cruelty to bloggers" laws, and taking pity on those of you with weak dispositions, I thought it only fair to publish a warning.....</p> <p>Wargrym did take his life in his hands and put a pic of himself out there for me.... I know how hard that must have been for him, so the least I could do was get one of my own into an album.... admittedly, there are one or two others there that he might find... interesting...(ahem) but there are also some of me, so fair's fair. (get on line quick, Baybe before he can hide behind that sofa again!)</p> <p>Sorry folks - they're not brilliant as I didn't have a scanner, and had to improvise with a mobile phone, and my scant technological abilities, but still - go and have a giggle!<img src="/img/smilies/graylaugh.gif" alt=":))" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p> <small> <a href="http://hemlok.blog.co.uk/2008/01/27/what_have_i_done~3639180/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:hemlok.blog.co.uk,2008-01-25:/2008/01/25/title~3631709/hemlok2008-01-25T18:00:48+01:002008-01-26T00:07:36+01:00 <p>I wouldn't usually post this kind of thing here, but Wargrym knew this little character, and knows how I felt about her: I had her from a 6 week old pup until she was 19: she died on 04/11/04 and I still miss her every day</p> <p>Sis</p> <p>Watching the way that light retunes the<br> shapes and shadows of the valley, creating shifting<br> pools and lakes of apple, emerald, and sooty olive,<br> I feel the warm breath, sweet and salt against my cheek,<br> and laugh beneath the intoxicating blueness of the sky.</p> <p>We walked the lanes after dark; she was all<br> barging eagerness and keen nose, tracking frog-paths<br> in the cool grass, wakening hedgehogs with little snorts<br> and challenging the night with growls, when it sniffed back.</p> <p>At dusk and dawn we’d slip away to startle<br> rabbits with her good-natured bounding, and her love<br> of trees. I’d let the mist bathe my upturned face,<br> dawn freshness drawing new life from tired skin,<br> and fill my ears with wren-song, and the bright<br> “pink-pink” of chaffinches.</p> <p>Our time was measured by our walks: the early morning<br> wading through damp woods; the midday strolls<br> shaded half by woodland, half by hills,<br> and her scrambling visits to the evening field<br> before the moon could send her to her bed</p> <p>Remembering the sweetness of those days, and<br> the fox-loud forest darkness of the nights,<br> I watch her drowse, sprawled and lazy in the sun<br> and wonder if she sometimes runs,<br> tail-high and lop-eared to the sea; or if<br> the tumbling clumsiness of rabbit-kits<br> in panicked flight across a grey-green dawn<br> still makes her twitch and whimper in her dreams.</p> <p>She’s older now, grey muzzled and dim eyed,<br> but remains, inside, the puppy she once was.<br> Eager, still, to play among the trees, but<br> stiffer, now, and much too quick to tire.<br> Although she’ll run until her playful legs give out<br> if all that’s left to her is going on,<br> she’ll dance defiance of her weight of years,<br> and draw me in, and laughing, lead me home</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://hemlok.blog.co.uk/2008/01/25/title~3631709/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:hemlok.blog.co.uk,2008-01-23:/2008/01/23/title~3619945/hemlok2008-01-23T13:00:20+01:002008-01-23T13:45:41+01:00 <p><img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/smileys60.gif" border="0" alt=""><img src="/img/smilies/graysigh.gif" alt=":**:" class="middle" border="0"><br>Yet again I am writing at work (Naughty Hem, *slap*) but it is quiet, and I haven't made an entry here for <em>ages</em>. Nothing special to report on the home front, to be honest... still grey and soggy outside: the river near my workplace is still high enough to be a flood risk, but it seemsn to be going down at the moment, so I guess we won't need to borrow boats from the local canoe club after all.<img src="/img/smilies/icon_lol.gif" alt=":DD" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>I have also been spending quite a bit of time catching up with little brother - Hi Wargrym - ;P while trying to keep things going smoothly at work, and home.... Good thing I learned a litlte juggling.... and I'm still trying to decide where my next foreign jaunt should be... I like the idea of Morocco, or possibly Turkey, or Greece, or.... See, I'm so indecisive.... Since I'll probably be going alone again 'cos pash may be working, I need to feel<em> relatively </em>safe: I don't mind a sense of danger,so long as I know that I haven't put myself at risk.....</p> <p>I can feel another writing splurge coming on, so I may have something else to post soon: will write more another time!<br><img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/icon_wave.gif" border="0" alt=""><img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/icon_cheeze.gif" border="0" alt=""> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://hemlok.blog.co.uk/2008/01/23/title~3619945/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:hemlok.blog.co.uk,2008-01-16:/2008/01/17/nearly_time_for_beddy_byes~3588550/hemlok2008-01-17T00:11:46+01:002008-01-17T00:11:46+01:00 <p><img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/graysleep.gif" border="0" alt=""><img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/icon_yawn.gif" border="0" alt=""></p> <p>It's eleven o'clock, and I'm exhausted: I need to go to sleep, but for the last 2 nights, I haven't been able to settle down for <em>hours.....</em> I'm still sitting here checking e-mails at silly hours of the morning, and no amount of lovely hot cocoa will help. Strange, because I usually can't stay awake. I'm about to take myself off to bed, and will be taking along a bool, a cup of warm milk (It wouild be horlicks, but I can't now have anything with wheat. malt, or barley in it in case it has gluten.... not that I have been diagnosed with Coeliac disease, but a friend suggested that I try a gluten-free diet, and wonder of wonders... all has improved drastically!), and a tape of some nice relaxing music.... Ah well, here goes!</p> <p>Actually, just watching those smileys is hypnotic..... might try that and a few games of soitaire to stun myself to sleep....<img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/smileys60.gif" border="0" alt=""> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://hemlok.blog.co.uk/2008/01/17/nearly_time_for_beddy_byes~3588550/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:hemlok.blog.co.uk,2008-01-14:/2008/01/15/scary~3578090/hemlok2008-01-15T00:07:49+01:002008-01-15T00:09:49+01:00 <p><img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/icon_wave.gif" border="0" alt=""><img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/blueeek.gif" border="0" alt=""></p> <p>OK<br> Now I've explained Brian, I should really show the other picture that was my main profile photo until I put my Budapest Wolf picture on it instead. for those of you who might be wondering what onearth I might look like, I <em>might </em>look a lot like the dumpy one on the end in the fright wig......</p> <p>Ok - so my question is, Why did you pick your screen name?  Mine was a nickname given to me by friends many years ago: I was named after Queen Hemlock, a character in the Robert Aspirin "Myth" series of books: a rather charming little character who's defining moment appeared to be cutting off the ring finger of the husband she had just poisoned in order to recover his wedding ring..... tells you a little about my misspent youth!</p> <p><img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/280/2046280_38a48027c8_s.jpg" alt="Brian and the gang " vspace="5" hspace="5"></p> <p> <small> <a href="http://hemlok.blog.co.uk/2008/01/15/scary~3578090/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:hemlok.blog.co.uk,2008-01-13:/2008/01/13/what_on_earth~3568537/hemlok2008-01-13T01:55:21+01:002008-01-13T01:55:21+01:00 <p><img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/icon_crazy.gif" border="0" alt=""><img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/10rolleyessmile.gif" border="0" alt=""><img src="http://data1.blog.de/media/280/2046280_38a48027c8_t.jpg" alt="Brian and the gang " hspace="5" vspace="5"><img src="http://www.blog.co.uk/"http://data1.blog.de/media/280/2046280_38a48027c8_t.jpg/"" alt="\"Brian" hspace="\"5\"" vspace="\"5\""></p> <p>It has just occurred to me that I haven't explained the photo at the top of this blog, so I thought I'd let you all in on it. </p> <p>When I started this job, I found that one of the staff activites during the year is to decorate our pod of desks for special occasions like Easter and Christmas, the World Cup, and even Summer holidays... The best-decorated pod wins a prize. In 2006, our pod were looking for ideas to decorate for Halloween, and I happened to suggest that we should make a dummy to sit at one of the empty desks.... and Brian was born. I brought in all the bits and pieces I needed, and at the end of the one Friday evening, I set to work. I found Brian's head in a fancy dress and novelty shop for a few pence: his hands came from the local "everything #1" shop: Pash donated an old shirt, and I used a pair of  my jeans, stuffed the lot with newspaper, and sat him at a desk. I photocopied a Werewolf picture and put it in a frame on his desk, and made him an authentic-looking name badge. I wanted an ordinary sounding name, and came up with "Brian Tate".</p> <p>You would not belive the reaction to him on Monday morning! the rest of the group from my Pod loved him immediately" he had a constant stream of visitors all day, and after he stopped lauging, the Centre Manager brough any visitors to meet him too - they were all very proud of him, and he developed quite a fanbase. When I had to remove him at the end of the competition, I was inundated with requests to bring him back, and people asking what was happening to him, so I set up a website for him. This year, Brian returned, leaner, meaner, and better looking than before, and once I figure out how I'll post piccies of him in his new, fitter form.</p> <p>Yes, I am a little sad, and I have <strong>WAY</strong> too much time on my hands, but I, like my fellow workers, love Brian.... now I just have to think up a new incarnation for halloween 2008.......<img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/grayyes.gif" border="0" alt=""><img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/graybigrazz.gif" border="0" alt=""><img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/10rolleyessmile.gif" border="0" alt=""> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://hemlok.blog.co.uk/2008/01/13/what_on_earth~3568537/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:hemlok.blog.co.uk,2008-01-12:/2008/01/12/things_getting_a_little_weird~3567814/hemlok2008-01-12T22:01:07+01:002008-01-12T22:03:22+01:00 <p><img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/blueeek.gif" border="0" alt=""><img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/grayconfused.gif" border="0" alt=""><br>Well... after 4 weeks at home, Pash has returned to travelling and work - off to sunny Cheshire on the train, and won't be back for another week. He worries about leaving me, but in the 20 years we've been together, he has worked like this for all but a few months... I ALWAYS manage perfectly well, and he ALWAYS calls 3-4 times a day to ask if I'm OK. He's sweet, but I wish he would calm down a bit.....</p> <p>And many of you out there in Blogland will now know that I <u>did </u>respond to the emails and messages I got from my brother. Still very anxious about this, but I talked about it with Pash, and decided. I want to take things slowly: I have spent so much of my life hiding and protecting myself that it is a VERY hard habit to break; couldn't stop dithering for so long, and after the 1st message I was in shock for days.<br>I realise that this makes me sound like a total Wuss, but "safe" is not a word that has applied to this situation since I was very small, and the results of growing up like that are not pretty. I have been an utter Mess at times, and taking this kimd of step takes everything I have and whatever there is in reserve. I don't do risky: not like this. I have belted around a muddy field, cross-country jumping on a shire horse after just 1 riding lesson: I've abseiled down a 75 foot railway bridge, crying with terror: but this.... only my life and my past can reduce me to the abject, silent, inner frozenness of a traumatised 5 year old. m did nt cause any of this, but the only way I could get any peace of mind and any safety was to get as far away from that life as possible, and to cut all contact, so that the person who <u>did</u> cause it, could not find me: in all this time, they never have.</p> <p>Still... Time will tell, and at least some questions can be answered - for both of us.</p> <p>ANYWAY - to cheer myself up (and just because I love it) I'm going to curl up on the sofa with a large cup of coffee laced with Baileys, a box of Turkish Delight, and the Director's Cut of Hellboy on the DVD.... :  life doesn't get much better than Big Red in a pair of leather trousers, pounding the c**p out of the bad guys!        <img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/grayyes.gif" border="0" alt=""><img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/icon_cheeze.gif" border="0" alt=""><img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/smiley-tongue-out.gif" border="0" alt=""><br> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://hemlok.blog.co.uk/2008/01/12/things_getting_a_little_weird~3567814/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>