Update from Marta world

Well I was going to give an update except I have no idea if I am just journaling to myself. I once upon a time had loyal readers but then I was sloppy while life's events took over. So I have to ask is anyone reading this? No - okay well I am still going to scribe because it makes me feel better, I like writing and it's a good way to capture random things I'd like to reminisce about in the future.

Birthday lunch was a shambles this year but very fun all the same

Suna found out why: "I would go back to that crazy restaurant with those beautiful views. Just for the surprises! I actually had a friendly chat with the owner on Monday. He told me they had two kitchens - one of them filled with Thai staff that speak no English. (Which explains why Mark got his starter and main together.) The owner designed that complicated menu system so wasn't too receptive to any suggestion that it should be simplified. And he said he needed a good restaurant manager but couldn't afford one. And could only afford untrained staff whose English wasn't good enough to distinguish between 'scallops' and 'escalopes'. So I don't hold out too much hope for any radical improvements in the future! But it added a lot of crazy fun to the lunch!"

And Oksana is still waiting for her apple juice!

What? No cat?

Have Armen's cats this weekend and I love them but they are driving me nuts. Duds sleeps under my bed all day and then is a howling weir wolf at night meowing out an opera for hours on end - I think because he wants to be out of the prowl killing wildlife. In the end at 2am I gave up, locked them in my kitchen from where they have access to the cage outside and stuck ear plugs in. I took out an ear plug a while later and he was still meowing for England. Hope neighbours didn't hear them. He's like this at home too and I pray by not giving in to him he'll learn fast not to meow incessantly with me because he won't get anywhere. He was like this when we first moved to bracknell and after 2 days of no sleep we gave in and let him out and then he was missing 3 days. Dudley also thinks my sofa is one party size scratching post despite being surrounded by his own posts. Scooby has prized out the skirting under my kitchen cupboards so they got filthy in there chasing spiders I guess. He walks all over my lap top every hour for a cuddle and then makes noise scratching like mad trying to get into wardrobes every hour - like a crazy cuckoo clock. Luckily he then sleeps somewhere near me for a while. You know, not getting that kitten could be a very good idea. I value my sleep very much indeed, never mind the prospect of spending weekends in Bmouth which would not be fair on said puddy cat.

History for fun

Check out my pal Simon's blog: http://historyforfun.blogspot.com/

Psychopath test

Read this question, come up with an answer and then scroll down to the bottom for the result. This is not a trick question. It is as it reads. No-one I know has got it right.

Story: A woman, while at the funeral of her own mother, met a guy whom she did not know. She thought this guy was amazing. She believed him to be her dream guy so much, that she fell in love with him right there, but never asked for his number and could not find him. A few days later she killed her sister.

Question: What is her motive for killing her sister?

[Give this some thought before you answer, see answer below]





































Answer: She was hoping the guy would appear at the funeral again. If you answered this correctly, you think like a psychopath. This was a test by a famous American Psychologist used to test if one has the same mentality as a killer. Many arrested serial killers took part in the test and answered the question correctly.

If you didn't answer the question correctly, good for you. If you got the answer correct, please let me know so I can take you off my e-mail list. Thanks

Planet Robin

From Robin "Went to buy mozzie repellent on Sat. Recommended to use this jungle-power, industrial-strength, army-approved, sniff-this-and-die-you-bastards spray specially formulated for use in the steaming, streaming Amazon rain-forest with temperatures and humidity both in the 90s.....on the back of the bottle..."keep in a cool, dry place".
Hmmm"

Man on man

Had a nice dinner with Robin, my neighbour, the other night. He did this fab skit on how he can't stand most men and how women are so much more evolved. Basically he was saying he had tried going out with the work lads of an evening and when one of 'em is trying to ascertain why he isn't getting anywhere with a certain lady, Robin has to somehow couch the explanation in terms the neanderthal can understand. He then progressed to show me how this would need to be done through a series of grunting sounds that sounded like...

"Eughhhh! 'haps she don't like ruff? Eughhhh!"

I collapsed laughing. Brilliant!

Guess you had to be there.