Reach for the tap

So, today someone I have known for YEARS invited me to join "We Want Tap" on Facebook (which, by the way, is the most fantastic thing ever invented. I actually have a date on Saturday with someone I used to work with who I haven't seen for about 5 years). At first I thought it was going to be some sort of Downing Street petition to put Fred Astaire and Jimmy Slyde back on the map, but then I realised it is an ACTUAL MOVEMENT to get people to drink tap water over bottled water. Seeing as the UK has some of the world's most clean/pure drinking water in the world, this makes total sense. I'm just kicking myself that I didn't market this - I always drink tap water!

Anyhow, "We Want Tap" is a great way to get the British (and, hopefully, worldwide) public to realise that our water is plenty good enough to drink and that it'll probably mean that a few less birds get caught up in all the plastic bottles we have floating around. And it's got to be better on the wallet, seeing as a litre of bottled mineral water costs more than a litre of gasoline. Try it!

Not such a food snob after all

I do think of myself as a food snob. I won't buy pasta sauces in a jar, (they're so easy to make and cheaper than Ragu) or microwave meals. I try to buy fresh produce from the local Farmer's Market as often as possible. I'm not too keen on cooking, but I prefer to know, and choose, more or less how much salt and fat is in the food I feed my family and tend to steer clear of processed stuff. (Let's just say you will never, EVER catch me eating a breakfast burrito).

Apart from this:

This is my lunch every day. Powdered, cheese flavoured stuff with little bits of dried pasta and broccoli - put in a mug with boiling water and leave for 4 minutes. Sounds rather revolting but it is actually the best thing ever. After nicer stuff, obviously.

Try it! I dares ya.

And to show everyone just how serious I am about being back in Blogland:

I have decided to join up to NaBloPoMo - that's National Blog Posting Month, a great idea though up by Fussy last year. I hear that it was a roaring success and, to be honest, it sounds like an awful lot of fun. All you have to do is post every day (yes, that's EVERY day) throughout the month of November. There are even prizes! Join, join, join!!

My ex

can go and sit on a very sharp pencil.

Why are some people such IDIOTS??

Oh, how very English!

Saturday saw the Chap Olympiad take over Bedford Square Gardens in London. That's Chap, not chap, by the way! The Chaps tell us that "we live in a world where children are huge, inelegant hooded creatures lurk on street corners..." Approximately one hundred chaps partook in the event, not only hopeful of winning the gold, silver or bronze cravat, but also the "Chap Olympic ideal: not so much swifter, higher, stronger, as slower, lower, easy on the tonic". Fops (and wannabes) dressed in tweed and monocles, carrying their canes with a pipe drooping from the corner of their mouth are a sight for sore eyes. Yet another spectacle I would recommend to anyone visiting mid-July.

BOOST!!

OK, so, anyone who has read some of my previous posts will know that I spent the beginning of the year in beautiful Australia. Now, I cannot begin to start describing how wonderful the place is without going off on a rant, but Jesus Christo on a bicycle I became addicted to BOOST Juice while I was out there. They're all over the place. Bright green kioskos behind which are beautiful young people doing amazing things with fruit and yoghurt vitamins and, ooooh, yum!

ANYhow, the reason I'm so excited is that they are opening a franchise in London! (You heard it here first!) Excited doesn't cut it. I'm actually trembling with excitement here. I lived on Mango Tango Crush. I literally had, like, one a day of these babies. Fruity, icy goodness. Mmmm! There are a few smoothie places in the centre of London, NONE of which measure up. So, hurry up BOOST Juice! Anywhere near Victoria station would be fantastic. And, if you would open at 7am so I can get one as I pass through on my way to work? I would love you forever. And tell all my friends about you. And maybe even marry you...

I can't get enough of

Jilly Cooper. I mean, she well and truly rocks. I read Riders, Rivals and Polo when I was seriously young. Young enough that when I took it to school to read at break time, my teacher confiscated it and wrote a letter home. I'm not going to explain why, I'm just going to recommend that you read them. I bought her latest book on Sunday after having stopped every time I passed it in a book shop. It was almost like an orgasm. You know, wanting something, and not getting it, then wanting it more and then not getting it (repeat many times) and then suddenly getting it. I was so excited it took me about an hour to open the darn cover. Immense relief. Immense.

The woman is a legend. Go read her.