How sad

Heard the news yesterday about the death of Heath Ledger. I was driving to the station in the morning and just caught the last of the news broadcast. How sad.

I always thought he was lovely and 10 things I hate about you and A Knight’s Tale are among my favourite films. I even remember when darling boyf was going to have his long hair cut off I took a picture of Heath Ledger into the hairdressers with us and asked them to ‘make my boyfriend look like him please’!

Its one of those occasions that, although it doesn’t affect you personally, it just makes you stop and think ‘how sad… such a waste’.

How to grow rhubarb…

My nan has always maintained that if your rhubarb isn’t growing very well you should cover it with a black bucket – apparently the dark makes it flourish…

This is worth knowing as I’m a little sad at the mo that one of my favourite bloggers rhubarb-rhubarb ruby, has been decidedly quiet recently. This is a shame as she’s a fab writer (and incidentally one of the friends who inspired me to write this blog) and I really want her blog to ’grow’. So come on ruby, get blogging, you don’t want me to have to put your head in a black bucket do you

… Bloody typical - just checked her blog and she’s gone and updated! Glad to have you back ruby but still… beware the bucket!

The best laid plans…

So, I finally plucked up the courage to start my very own blog – not much of an achievement you might think, but when you spend most of your time in the world of ‘wordies’ where you are pretty much the only one who doesn’t write – in some shape or form – for a living, this is a pretty daunting prospect…

I hesitantly showed some friends my attempt at writing the ‘about me’ page, subconsciously hoping that they would shower me with praise for my witticisms and previously untapped, but blatently obvious, writing talent… not exactly what actually happened!

The first ‘kindly’ pointed out all my spelling mistakes in between laughing – she wouldn’t say about what… the second gave me the type of smile my mum used to give me when I took home a crayon scribble from nursery school, a mixture of misplaced pride and amusement. The third loyally saved the page to her favourites file but didn’t really say much – certainly none of them seemed worried I’d be poaching on their writing careers!

Anyway, I happily tootled off home, planning my first post and how to make myself sound fabulously intelligent, witty and creative… I happily powered up the computer and tried to connect to the internet when the bubble burst… no damn internet connection… all my ideas went up in smoke as I sat and fumed about the inadequacies of technology and how my friends would immediately think I’d bottled out of actually writing anything.

The evening was not completely lost though, the chilled bottle of white wine in the fridge, along with Gordon Ramsey effing and blinding at idiot restauranteurs for an hour did make me feel slightly more relaxed.

Ah well, the best laid plans and all that…