We went to the Brache (Beefeater) on Saturday, service was good but sadly the portions were small / heavily over cooked. It was clear that the kitchen were just not bothered as i’ve been before and had wonderful food.
When we complaigned we got great service and the meals taken off of our bill, let’s hope this was a one off as it’s a nice place to go in Luton on a weekend if you don’t want to sit ina pub gone nightclub type place.
These are balls that you put in your washing machine instead of powder or tablets, apparantly they last for 1000 washes saving you 70 boxes of powder. I wonder if they actually work? I think i’ll try it.
Sadly im not a very good writer, if I were id have written this article last year:
Currently sweeping all before it, Sir Alan Sugar and his minions in The Apprentice are storming the ratings (a high of 7.4 million viewers!). The move to BBC1 has made the show a phenomenon, but at what price?
This fourth series crushed ITV1’s much-hyped Rock Rivals into the ground however, as a long-time fan, I can’t help feeling that The Apprentice’s glory days may be already behind it. I hate to say it, but the show is increasingly looking like a victim of its own success and there’s only one way to go from here…Part of the problem stems from this year’s crop of hapless hopefuls; they couldn’t organise a booze-up in a brewery and that impacts on the show’s raison d’être. All of a sudden, Sir Alan’s criticism of the calibre of contestants in series two (The Badger! Smarmy Syed! Nutty Jo!) seems wildly premature. If the likes of Nicholas de Lacy-Brown, Kevin Shaw and Ian Stringer represent the cream of British business acumen, it’s no wonder the economy is going downhill faster than Wesley Snipes’ career.
Fortuitously, Sir Alan fears: “a slide into a kind of ‘Big Brother on wheels’.” Hate to be the one to tell ya mate, we’re already there. Talk about déjà vu: a house full of shallow, selfish, vindictive, bullying, fame-hungry individuals, desperately showing off for the cameras, lying and cheating to avoid eviction. Moans about ‘useless’ protagonists from fans who’ve been there since the beginning, tasks written off as boring and unadventurous by Apprentice anoraks, suspicions that ‘big characters’ are being kept in to keep those ratings climbing…don’t be surprised if the next boardroom confrontation is with Davina McCall.
It’s hard not to get misty-eyed reminiscing over the early innocent, less cynical years on BBC2: Paul Torrisi and Saira Khan at loggerheads, Rachel Groves’ cringe-inducing ‘dance’, The Badger in full sales flow, Nargis Ara’s ’six million cats’ pitch and the rude telling off she gave the buyer when he interrupted her speech…happy days. It may seem ridiculous to label this show past its peak as it continues to pull in massive audiences, but seasoned telly addicts will know exactly what I’m talking about. Oh well; it was absolutely fabulous while it lasted. See why the following shows have made our gallery of the TV shows that lost it. The reasons may surprise you…
I can’t agree more! Maybe Sir Alan can take me in and teach me a few things since i’ll be running my own business really soon.
I should have predicted this feeling, I just quit my job, not because I hate it or it’s a terrible job, but because I want to go fulltime running my own company.
So I handed in my notice today, no problem with the employer, everything has gone fine but now I feel very very uncertain.
No longer supported by a multi million pound cruise liner with 100 staff im off in my rowing boat and will have to peddle hard. Hopefully the hardwork will result in hard wages!
I am afraid, afraid that I wont cut it, afraid that no one will want me back, afraid of being lazy and afraid of rejection.
But right now, i’m determined to face my fears, tomorrow - Nope that’s not me putting it off, it’s just me doing it at the correct time.
Wish me luck, and I’ll explain more tomorrow.
I have no idea who wrote this but it’s funny.When you have to visit a public bathroom, you usually find a line of women, so you smile politely and take your place. Once it’s your turn, you check for feet under the stall doors. Every stall is occupied.
Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the stall.
You get in to find the door won’t latch. It doesn’t matter, the wait has been so long you are about to wet your pants! The dispenser for the modern ’seat covers’ (invented by someone’s Mom, no doubt) is handy, but empty. You would hang your purse on the door hook, if there was one, but there isn’t - so you carefully, but quickly drape it around your neck, (Mom would turn over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR!), yank down your undies, and assume ‘ The Stance.’
In this position your aging, toneless thigh muscles begin to shake. You’d love to sit down, but you certainly hadn’t taken time to wipe the seat or lay toilet paper on it, so you hold ‘The Stance.’
To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser. In your mind, you can hear your mother’s voice saying, ‘Honey, if you had tried to clean the seat, you would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!’ Your thighs shake more.
You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday - the one that’s still in your purse. (Oh yeah, the purse around your neck, that now, you have to hold up trying not to strangle yourself at the same time). That would have to do. You crumple it in the puffiest way possible. It’s still smaller than your thumbnail
Someone pushes your door open because the latch doesn’t work. The door hits your purse, which is hanging around your neck in front of your chest, and you and your purse topple backward against the tank of the toilet. ‘Occupied!’ you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor, lose your footing altogether, and slide down directly onto the TOILET SET. It is wet of course.. You bolt up, knowing all too well that it’s too late. Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper - not that there was any, even if you had taken time to try. You know that your mother would be utterly appalled if she knew, because, you’re certain her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because, frankly, dear, ‘You just don’t KNOW what kind of diseases you could get.’
By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a fire hose against the inside of the bowl that sprays a fine mist of water that covers your butt and runs down your legs and into your shoes. The flush somehow sucks everything down with such force that you grab onto the empty toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in too.
At this point, you give up. You’re soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet seat. You’re exhausted. You try to wipe with a gum wrapper you found in your pocket and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks.
You can’t figure out how to operate the faucets with the automatic sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past the line of women still waiting.
You are no longer able to smile politely to them. A kind soul at the very end of the line points out a piece of toilet paper trailing from your shoe. (Where was that when you NEEDED it??) You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it in the woman’s hand and tell her warmly, ‘Here, you just might need this.’
As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since entered, used, and left the men’s restroom. Annoyed, he asks, ‘What took you so long, and why is your purse hanging around your neck?’
This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with public restrooms (REST??? you’ve GOT to be kidding!!). It finally explains to the men what really does take us so long. It also answers their other commonly asked questions about why women go to the restroom in pairs. It’s so the other gal can hold the door, hang on to your purse and hand you toilet paper under the door!
After reading my friends post about Poppets this morning I figured I should write about my snack of the day.
Today it is unsalted Pistachio nuts. I love them, I could eat them all day if the shells didnt start to hurt my fingers. I also enjoy Salted ones but of course too much salt is bad for you.
Theres not much I thank America for (certainly not Mc Donalds) but I must thank them for exporting Pistachios.
I am tired, I have been tired all week and all last week. My alarm goes off but I do not get up and seem to somehow drag myself up at about 9am. I can’t explain it either because im going to bed on time.
Ever since I was quite ill the other week I have had trouble sleeping, I think it may be due to giving up smoking around the same time, my body must be royally messed up because of it!
I’ve also replaced Nicotine with Caffine and Vodka, that can’t be helping either.
To recap, I feel terrible. Kids, never smoke.
Edit :-
I just don’t care any more, probably because I am so very very tired and grumpy about it. I just had to rant about that bit! 
“Yes it is”
“She can type fast”
“Yes she can”
“Can I watch her type”
That came from a friends daughter.
“Your maxs mum”
“No im not”
“Yes you are”
“No im not”
That came from another friends Son.
I seem to be spending a bit more time around kids lately, it’s fun and they are cute. I want some.
I finished watching Terminator The Sarah Connor Chronicles a few days ago, while liking it alot I have to be honest about a few things
- Heroes is much better (well season one is at least, not so sure on season two)
- It’s not better than the Terminator films (apart from 3, which should be pushed deep into a black hole)
- It does not have the classic theme tune
All these items probably attribute to why it’s not been as big a success as the producers would have liked and I can say that if they really thought it would do that well at the quality it is, they were morons.
All that aside, I actually really liked Terminator, at only 9 episodes there was not alot of it to enjoy but none-the-less it was good. The ending (which I will spoil right now) shows the Terminator girl, who protects John getting blown up in a car. - Now we all know this wont kill her, but it could easily destroy all her skin, or do the usual sci-fi trick of temporarily shutting down the best weapon in a desperate time, in other words making her useless to them.
I hope that the producers are allowed to produce season 2 of this as I would hate to see yet another good sci-fi get canned (Firefly and Journeyman)