Deja Vu all over again.

I now live in a house. Not that I didn't before, but this one's in Wales. I have all unboxed everything, except the printer. My printer still lives in its box. For some reason when packing in the summer it must have felt like a fantastic idea to put my toothbrush charger in the printer box. I spent ages looking for it and had given up when I saw a white cable poking out the printer box.

Well Cat, Kiera, Sarah and I all live in perfect harmony in a house that Anthea Turner would alsmost be proud to call home. We spent two and a half hours scrubbing the oven clean. Now we're not going to make it dirty - merely because we then promptly discovered it doesn't work. So we're getting a new shiny beautiful one. Till then we're eating things that are microwaveable or hobable. We also discovered that we couldn't get broadband because the previous portugese tennants paid none of their bills (apparently they didn't get enough happy breaking things and not cleaning others). So Kiera has spoken to BT three times, twice requesting a call back and then the final call in which we finally proved that we aren't portugese and we will pay our bills. Somehow arranging us being allowed the internet involves speaking to SEVEN separate departments of BT. Terrific.

We seem to spend much time with music TV playing, which is how we have made a glorious discovery. Well a discovery, and two epiphanies; but one thing at a time. Meatloaf covered Celine Dion's 'All coming back to me' and did a bang up job:





Epiphany the First: Meatloaf and Celine Dion should do a duet - possibly of 'It's all coming back to me'.

Epiphany the Second: Meatloaf and Celine Dion can't do a duet - they are the same person!

Not entirely sure how we came about that last one but it made sense at the time.

We also have to construct a board of humourousness - random sayings from the "House of Storm plus Alex". Today's selection "...more porous than a penguin."

The North American House Hippo

Okay, I have recently been interrogating all my friends to see if they remember the House Hippo. Everyone I spoke to thought I was slowly but surely going mad. Well madder. I even asked my sister about it becasue I can distinctly remember it being on in an ad break while I was watching TV with her. She gave me that look you give stree preachers behind their backs while they're singing KumBuyYa at the top of their lungs in the middle of a busy high street on the last market day before Christmas. (Okay after that I'm starting to think there might be something in the whole 'going mad' defense.)

Well here to prove that I wasn't lying through my teeth, may I present... The House Hippo:




Isn't it cute. I just wanted to leave half eaten packet of Wotsits around the house in the vain hope of tempting them out of my lost mittens, wherever they may have nested in them. But when ever one of you says "You shouldn't believe everything you hear." And I go "Yes, remember the House Hippo?" You are now expected to understand. After rewatching the advert it would seem I saw it while on holiday in the States. So you are all forgiven for thiniking I was mad.

In other news my new phone arrived yesterday. I got an LG Chocolate I'll give you a second video - just to spoil you:



Yes, it is just sex with a dial tone. I'm very excited about it. I will be spedning much time personalising it when I get to Bangor. I'm going up on Friday Returning to the Welshness. Means I'm going to spend my time tomorrow boxing up my life.

Well I'll blog again when I have unboxed my life.

How fat can Tuesday be? Really?

Well here we are again,

I've been trying to think of anything amusing that has happened recently I can relate to you now. Nothing is scurrying to mind, so I'm just going to start talking and see where we end up.

Over the weekend I went to the Mardis Gras in Cardiff. Why on earth someone thought putting 'Fat Tuesday' (i.e. Shrove Tuesday) on a Saturday in the middle of September was clever escapes me. There were absolutely no pancakes involved and it chucked it down, but still a great day to be had. Including perfomances from Big Brovaz (obviously the junkie's out of prison), Infernal ("Frrrrrrrrrrrooooom Paris to Berlin....), two fifths of Blazin' Squad (Somehow, even though I hate them passionately, I knew the words) and a host of gay 'celebrities'. I did make one new find I quite enjoyed the musical stylings of a group called Swich 22, the self titled Superheroes of Pop.

Oh and a brand new boyband that takes manufactured pop to a new extreme - taking old members from now spilt up boybands and smooshing them into some insanely contrived amalgamation of evil. All pecs and scantily clad pretty boys singing about the women they 'fancy' while all probably boinking behind stage between sets. You gotta love it. I's almost ashamed to admit that I did. They were called 'Upper Street' and were constructed of Bradley from S Club 7, Jimmy from 911, Dane Bowers of Another Level and an ex-member of New Kids on the Block who shall remain nameless. Mostly because I can't remember it. Feel free to let me know if anyone out there has any clue.

Sadly I couldn't find anything on YouTube for any of these bands. So much for them wanting to have every music video ever made on there! What I did find though after searching 'Final Fantasy' was a rather amusing parody of a FF random encounter. I have been playing a fair amount of Final Fantasy VII recently, trying to level characters up, so it is relevent. Also - can 9 hours in one day be considered a fair amount? Answers on the back of a postcard...



Oh and the Wales Millenium Centre had a stall that I used to hide for much of the rain chatting to Karyn (Hello Karyn!) and eating their sweets. So I feel complled to give the a mention as way of thanks. Go to the WMC, it's fab. Also they're having the Russian Ice Stars perfomming Swan Lake on Ice. Thus you should go.