Let's meet and have a baby

Hello, I'm Cindy, I'm a Pisces

And I like chihuahuas and Chi-neeze noodles!

One of my favourite songs from my favourite band is called Song for a future generation. It's loosely based on that cheesy old song from the seventies where folk go through their zodiac signs and describe how fabulous they are - Float on, it was called.

Wanna be the first lady of infinity
Wanna be the nicest guy on earth
Let's meet and have a baby now!

It was in this song that I first heard of hot tamales, although now when I hear; "Hi, I'm Ricky and I'm...", I tend to throw in "DEAD!" instead of "a Pisces, I love computers and hot tamales".

The song is all about universal domination, or perhaps innocent aspirations and the desire to meet a perfect mate. It's just a typical jolly B52's song that cheers me up whenever I hear it. Download it and have a listen. And don't forget to sing along to the La-lah, la-la-lah bit. It'll make you smile.


I love computers and hot tamales
I'm not sure whether hot tamales are anything other than cinnamon-flavoured jelly beans that you get in North America, but I like the cinnamon-flavoured jelly beans. Not the Jelly Belly ones, although they're OK too, I'm referring to proper Hot Tamales.

When it comes to Jelly Belly jelly beans, the most intriguing flavour is jalapeno. Weirdest thing I ever tasted, but brilliant. The really make your nose hurt when you eat about five at once.

God I'm tired. I'm so fucked up by the clocks going forward; takes me a week to get over it.


What do you mean, you don't go clubbing??
Me and Trump have been cast out of the Sisterhood of Canal Street after admitting that we don't go clubbing amongst some of the sorority on Friday night. The shock on their faces when I told them that I hadn't really been clubbing since I was 23 made me feel as if I had to justify myself. "Well, I sort of got bored of it I suppose. And now I don't drink, it makes it impossible to dance. And I'm thirty six!" They stared at me, I hid behind my pint of pop.

Hey ho.

We didn't follow them as we lost track of time talking to one of Trump's colleagues. We were engaged in a thrilling four hour conversation about work-related matters. Much better than clubbing any day.


My commonplace book
I have a commonplace book. I just need to start writing notes in it for it to be of any use I suppose. Had I done this the other week, I'd have been able to remember what book I'd seen that I looked for unsuccessfully yesterday. "It was here, and it was £20". That's all I could remember of it.

I'd be able to remember interesting things that come to mind during the day that I could then go on to blog about when the opportunity arises.


Let's meet and have a baby
Listening to the noise coming from the other room as my niece screams her way through another nappy change, let's not.