Barmy Blue's Bland Blog

Wow. Time really flies when you can’t be bothered to update your blog, and key details get forgotten. Well, I did promise the news from Easter Sunday and up.
Easter Sunday, presented mum with her home made egg. Her reaction was as I had been expecting, kind of unsure but neither ecstatic nor sad (What can I expect; it was a very ugly egg).
We went out to Kew gardens but the shop was closed because it was Easter Sunday. For some strange reason I had the desire to visit the evolution house and see the primordial ooze. I was rather annoyed when we found it. Some people (most likely children) had clearly sunk their hands and feet in the primordial soup and walked everywhere, putting their messy handprints on the walls. It completely ruined the effect of the lovely, bubbling sludge, which was a grey-green in colour. To make matters even more annoying, just as we’d passed it and were on the other side, we saw a grown man bend down and put his finger in it. Why? Why do you have to touch it? Why can’t you just look? If you want to know what it’s like put some warm mud in a blender, that’ll probably come pretty close. Why do you have to ruin the experience for people with the intelligence not to put their hands in strange substances? If the good people at Kew wanted you to feel the primordial sludge they’d sell it to you in jars. Because of that I was quite annoyed.
We stopped fro lunch, I had a sandwich and a little cake with mini eggs on and a still apple drink. I was sceptical about it at first, because the last drink I got from Kew was a very sickly yogurt kind of drink. But this apple juice was actually very delicious.
When I was younger my dad would cook an apple crumble on weekends, with cooking apples. I can still remember how it tasted, though school dinners rather put me off of apple crumble.
Why do I tell you this you ask? Because this apple drink tasted exactly like those apples, because it was those apples. I kept saying it was like drinking liquid apple crumble, but without the slushy bits.
We enjoyed spotting wild animals running around.

Easter Monday
We went to my Aunt’s. She lives quite a way away and my uncle has to drive us because last time mum drove home on her own she got completely lost (I was very little at the time and was asleep for most of the journey) until we broke down and the AA came .
This time I wore mascara. I’ve been against it for years, mainly because I was afraid I’d look like an idiot and that I’d stab myself in the eye. The rich black mascara doesn’t suit me but mum accidentally picked up a brown one a while ago and that suits me better.
My cousin, Flo, actually complemented my eyes.
My other cousin, John, came with his family, except for his daughter Hilary. One of the boys, I think it was Jack brought his girlfriend with him and his brother, Louis, is apparently single again. They’re both working for john now but Hilary’s training to be a florist.
My cousin, Cassie, was there but without her fiancé, Carl, he was working. This year even Flo brought someone, a guy called Mickey.
My Aunt Teresa doesn’t attend these occasions, but she comes to the barbeques.
Oh and my cousin Alistair having a few problems, he had a blood clot, or something, I forget now, but to put a long story short his foot swelled up as a result and it drained him rather, so he kept having to rest.

The remaining weeks have been average I suppose, probably full of little things that seemed big at the time. Did I mention we saw 300 a while ago? Well, if I didn’t, I have now. Yesterday we saw Mr Bean’s Holiday. I defy anyone to watch Mr Bean and not laugh. It just shows that the classic comedians are the best.
I got some passport photos taken to send into Uni. I have to admit, they’re good photos but I won’ t tell mum that.

Last week we got some new plants for Henry’s grave. I doubt they’ll survive but it’s worth a try. We also got a mini birdbath and a stand you drive into the ground. Unfortunately the birds seem to think that it’s something new for them to poo on so we’re forever cleaning out the bowl. They seem to prefer drinking out of the old bucket anyway, though it’s full of stagnant water, grass and these tiny, clear, squiggly things that look like very small tadpoles though mum thinks they might be some kind of insect spawn. It’d be nice if they were frogs, but I sincerely doubt it. I just hope it doesn’t harm the birds

I’m not too trilled about Saturday’s television line-up. Doctor Who won’t be on, because of the Eurovision song contest. Why are we even bothering? I’ve seen our entry. It’s total ****. It’s worse than last year and I never thought I’d see a worse spectacle than that (I didn’t see the one from when we got zero, but from the adverts, at least the song they were planning to sing was better than this one.) If we win this year then the entire audience must be completely deaf. I’ll be missing Doctor Who while the English entries make total arses of themselves.
(Please note views and opinions may later change, but I sincerely doubt it)
I need my twice weekly sci-fi fix (I watch the Friday repeats on BBC 3 and then the next episode on BBC 1 on Saturday and the whole cycle will repeat (I hope) Until the end if the series, which I suspect will happen sooner than I think.) Then what am I going to do when I’m making up my own episodes and actually thinking about writing them down?

If, and it’s a big if, if I actually get into university, I’d rather not be forking out for a TV licence. So what’ll I do then? Because I am not watching TV illegally, I’d get fined and it’d be cheaper to pay the damned licence (Seeing as they check the rooms regularly). I’ve said to mum that if I miss Doctor Who then they’ll have to get me the DVD box set for Christmas or something (That way they’ll never be out of ideas). I wonder if you need a licence on your TV if you never tune it into the normal channels and just use it for DVD’s and computer games (Assuming I’d have time for that, which I doubt I would.) Mum’s not sure because ours covers the whole house but the Uni has specified that students must pay their own, individual licences. I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.
Well, This crappy space bar is going to sprain my hand if I keep having to use it, So I’ll be off now.
By the way, Does anyone have any good names to give a space pirate ship? I came up with two for another story about two years ago but they were absolutely terrible.

Oh well.
Bluebiird out.