Tropic of London

30 06 2009

London heatwave

Enjoying a bit of a heat wave in London this week (helping add to my unemployment tan) with the temperature today going up to 32, which I thoroughly enjoyed. The one surprising thing is the lack of air conditioning here. Neither of the offices I have worked at nor our flat has the added luxury and more surprisingly,  quite a few retail stores don’t either….including the post office.  I stood in line this morning for 15 minutes behind a man who was sweating so much the brim of his baseball cap was dripping sweat leaving a sweaty trail of water through the Disney land-esque zig zagging line….it is a bit of a health hazard if you ask me.  Surprisingly I am surviving (with three fans on in our room at night) and actually don’t mind that every shop or office doesn’t feel like a walk in freezer.

This has nothing to do with anything, but ever wondered what you could do with a bunch of sun glasses and an oven cooker?  Yeah well there is an empty office building around the corner from my flat which came up with an idea as to what to do with them… (honestly it creeps me out as I am pretty sure we had centipedes that big in our basement growing up).

sunglass centipede





Wimbledon ticket queue

28 06 2009

Well marked queue

So we are through week 1 of Wimbledon and last week, the hubby and I figured that since we still have enormous amounts of time on our hands that we should captialise on a sunny day and go watch some tennis.  Last year we entered the ticket raffle and were lucky enough to get centre court tickets but this year we did the ‘queue’ thing.

Basically, Wimbledon allows 40,000 people in the grounds each day.  There are a few thousand tickets that are not allocated each day and sold to those who queue up.  On top of the tickets that are available they have a one in one one out system throughout the day so when people leave the grounds, they let the queued up people in. Apparently about 13,000 to 16,000 queued up people get in on a regular day (although Saturday when Andy Murray played, they were at capacity first thing in the morning and figured there would be no more room for the rest of the day).

Wimbledon Queue Card

Anyhoo not knowing what to expect, we headed to Wimbledon to get our spot in the queue.  We arrived at the main gates but were told to walk ‘10 minutes down the road’ to the start of the queue…we walked and walked and walked until we found a parking lot where it started.  When we joined the end of the queue we were given a queue card with a sequential number.  This meant that we could have left the queue and came back a few hours later and re-joined.  Having not known anyone in the area and the fact it was a sunny day we waited, and waited and waited.

Wimbledon Queue

It was the most organised queue that I could imagine.  The entire route was marked out with plastic panels so we weren’t ruining any grass or having to get our shoes dirty and along the whole queue were various food stalls which ranged from ice cream to coffee to burgers.  There were garbage and recycling bins everywhere, toilets en route and quiz questions and a hall of fame toward  the end of the queue to keep us from dying of boredom.  We finally reached security then headed across the street to the main gates (3 hours after we had passed them originally) to buy our tickets.

Once in the grounds it radiated with patriotism for Andy Murray and the champagne and strawberry poshness that I can’t get enough of.  The grounds are perfectly manicured and my favourite ball boys and girls looking as stoic and efficient as usual.

Wimbledon ball boy

Wimbledon ball boy

We were fortunate enough to catch Andy Murray playing from the public viewing area called “Henman Hill”, (after English Tennis player Tim Henman), which they are trying to change to Murray Mound in honour of the new favourite.  We then wandered to some of the outer courts where there were ladies singles and doubles playing.   It’s quite amazing as you get so close and really get to see how fit the players really have to be.

Henman Hill

Murray Mound

Melanie Oudan

Despite how it sounds, the 3 hour wait wasn’t that bad as it was a beautiful sunny day and to be fair, we didn’t have much else to do.  It was well worth it because Wimbledon is quite an event and is fairly hard to describe unless you’ve been there (despite this terribly wordy post where I am trying to do just that).  I would recommend it to anyone and am hoping to go back next year….although fingers crossed we will have to take a holiday day to go versus still being ‘between jobs’.





WTF? Friday

26 06 2009

There is so much wrong with this ad I don’t even know where to start (for one, I thought at one point they were suggesting it doubles as a back washer). This is just one of those products that I don’t think needs it’s own advert, I think word of mouth or a recommendation from a medical professional would have been sufficient. It would have at least saved the actors from the inevitable embarrassment this ad must have caused.

I know the point is that you don’t have to touch tissue again but what about having to touch the plastic thing that just rubbed itself against your nether regions?





Naughty passengers will be crushed

24 06 2009

The hubby and I were on the tube the other day and I was reading over the hubby’s shoulder (which I KNOW he loved) and saw a picture of this fake tube safety sticker.  Being a huge fan of sarcasm I instantly loved them.  You have to give credit to someone for poking fun at something so mundane.  The tube is littered with stickers warning you to mind the gap, not get stuck in the doors, give up your seat to the elderly or pregnant that it’s about time someone poked fun at them.

Tube stickers

I pointed out the article to the hubby and mentioned that we are so desensitised to the real stickers that I am sure neither of us would even notice if we came across a fake tube sticker…at which point I looked up and saw this.

Peak hours tube sticker

Brilliant, I am now scouring every tube carriage that I am sitting in for the fake stickers…better still, I am looking for the tourists who try and sit on someones lap during rush hour.





D’oh you made a wrong turn

22 06 2009

Homer Tom Tom

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Seriously, this is my favourite news story of the day…Homer Simpson narrating my GPS?  Amazing.  I hope he ad libs a bit throwing in some gems like these…

When you turn on the GPS - Alright Brain, you don’t like me, and I don’t like you. But lets just do this, and I can get back to killing you with beer.
After taking a wrong turn – If at first you don’t succeed, give up.
Following an accident - Operator! Give me the number for 911!
When heading home from the pub -  Well, it’s 1 a.m. Better go home and spend some quality time with the kids
When the batteries die - Homer no function beer well without.

Love it!





WTF? Friday

19 06 2009

So I was sitting here reading the morning gossip news and I heard some really loud ‘coo-ing’ and a rustling noise coming from our spare room. I walked in to see this guy standing on the window sill (it usually isn’t littered with paint pots and screwdrivers I promise).

Morning Pigeon

I was a bit nervous that he would start flying around the room but he just casually walked in and out of the window a few times not phased by me at all.

This illustrates another thing that the Brits don’t use…window screens! We have been in many of our friends flats and not one of them has screens…nor do they seem to want them. Now, the North American in me assumed that if you didn’t have screens giant mutant bugs would invade your house and eat you in your sleep.  So far, that hasnt’ happened and besides a giant pigeon, we haven’t had anything bigger than a house fly buzzing around so I am okay with that.  Although, I have to wonder that if the pigeon did dive bomb at my head this morning, I would be singing a different tune on the screen issue.





Typos are funny…

18 06 2009

I don’t know why but I always seem to have a good laugh over typos…like this one (the typo is in the bottom line that starts ‘Cars…)

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Unless it isn’t a typo and they think that the $25 gas card can be considered ‘car food’

Edible typos have to be the best though…check out this one below from http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/ – great site for those who like cake and like to laugh.

Cake wreck





What’s for pudding?

16 06 2009

Jello_Instant_Pudding_Chocolate_3_9_oz

One of the ‘delicacies’ I often smuggle back to the UK with me after a is chocolate pudding (Jell-O brand, has to be Jell-O brand). The lost in translation moment came when I told a friend here that I made one of these puddings. The conversation went like this:

Me: I made pudding the other night
UK Friend: what did you make for pudding?
Me: for pudding?
UK Friend: Yes, what kind of pudding?
Me: Chocolate
UK Friend: Chocolate what?
Me: Pudding
UK Friend: hunh?

I finally remembered that someone had told me that pudding over here actually means ‘dessert’ (of course it does, why wouldn’t it?)

When you go to a restaurant there is often a ‘pudding’ section and the waiter will ask ‘can I get you something for pudding’ which sounds just ridiculous. Even better still,  I was watching a cooking show and they shortened it and said “…and for ‘pud’ we are making apple crumble”…as if pudding wasn’t a stupid enough word they had to shorten it to pud.

Amazing…I went to find an example online of a menu that used the word ‘Pudding’ and found one that uses ‘fortnightly‘ and ‘pudding’, too bad they couldn’t have thrown in penultimate somewhere and it would have been a perfectly English sentence.

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My 15 minutes of fame

15 06 2009

So they say everyone has their 15 minutes of fame, unfortunately I believe mine has come and gone as I was Miss March in a 1988 calendar (before you get too excited I was 9 and wearing yellow elastic waist shorts with a lovely un-matching blue top).

The reason for my rise to fame was that a neighbour had photographed me with one of (what I thought was) the coolest toy of that year…the bubble thing (fantastic name, must have taken ages to come up with).  Basically it was a giant bubble wand that you dipped in a bucket of water and dish detergent to make giant bubbles. I stumbled upon this fantastic commercial that explains it.

I love the marketing message…you a loser that just moved to a new neighbourhood? Get a bubble thing and you will be the coolest kid on the block (they missed out on the added advantage of being  featured in a calendar).  Sadly though when I think back, I am pretty sure we got that just around the time we moved to a new neighbourhood where I didn’t have many friends.  We generally did have quite a crowd around us after the neighbours noticed 6 foot bubbles going by their windows…so I guess the overenthusiastic announcer was right ‘bubble thing makes people curious’…score 1 for marketing.

Enjoy…oh yeah, the calendar image is below the advert…let me reiterate about the amazing elastic waistband and the unimpressive ‘the bubble is this big’ look on my face.

adrienne bubble 2





WTF? Friday

12 06 2009

Okay so I am not entirely sure what the narrator is saying but I can only assume it’s something like.

‘Spot the fire dog was annoyed by the London Tube strike and realised he had to find another way to get to work’

Anyone else a bit creeped out by the way too close-up shot of the dog sitting on the seat?