Lizzie’s Pad

The Port of Felixstowe is the largest container port in the UK and is one of the largest in Europe. It was used in this ident for Channel 4.

Channel 4 Ident - Dockyard (Clean)

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UM 275

State :: of War
Lively :: Sprightly
Valet :: Service
Traction :: Engine
Official :: Programme
Red hot :: Chili Peppers
Powder :: Keg
Replies :: Answers
Flagrant :: Disregard
Tweet:: E-pie ;o)

Unconscious Mutterings

UM 274

Thug :: Bully
Slurp :: Slushie
Alley :: Cat
Sweater vest :: Nerd
Targeted :: Area
Snazzy :: Shades
Oy! :: Vey!
Jury duty :: Responsibility
Low fat :: Yogurt
Responsibility :: Purpose

UM 273

Questioning :: Look
Immunity :: Safety
Online dating :: Lucky Dip
Calcium :: Deposit
Dressing :: Up
Bucket :: Head
Stain :: Remover
Advanced :: Furtherment
Dramatic :: Exit
Self-medication :: Ibuprofen

No UM 272 in the archives so:

UM 271

Silence :: Deafening
Wall :: Brick
Killed :: Murdered
Wishful :: Thinking
Poodle :: 's Arse
Sullen :: Glance
Do not disturb :: Sign
Philadelphia :: Cheese
Anticipation :: Teasing opportunity 
Sidewalk :: Hopscotch

UM 270

Nutritious :: and delicious, tastes just like chicken
Graduate :: College
Tonight! :: West Side Story
Located :: HERE
Weapon :: of Choice
Jumper :: Cable
Collectibles :: Dust magnets
Dennis :: The Menace
Hostile :: Intentions
Vivid :: Imagination

UM 269

Stuffed :: Animal
Gills :: Stuffed to the
Distance :: Runner
Panties :: Hooge
Checkered :: Past
Fill in :: Forms
Taunting :: Mean activity
Diner :: American
Pizza :: Base
Best friend :: KT

UM 268

Money :: Can't buy you love
Unhappy :: Clown
Joking :: Aside
Chipmunk :: Theodore
Date :: Stamp
Slideshow :: Flickr
Chicago :: Town Pizza
Lifetime :: Achievement
Skid row :: Down and Out
Edward :: Bear

UM 267

Paranormal :: Activity
Alarm :: Bells
Operative :: Word
Changing :: Places
Framed :: Photo
Beer :: Keg
Referral :: Sent on
Unmasked :: Revealed
Movie star :: Glamour
Handbook :: Hitch-Hiker's Guide

UM 266

Homicide :: Detective
Divisive :: Unsettled
Flash :: Ahhh! He'll Save Every One Of Us!
Steaming :: Pile
Crunch :: Number
Look out! :: Duck!
Anticipating :: Waiting
Slim :: Jim
Navel :: Jewel
Help :: I Need Somebody

UM 265

Chemical :: Brothers
Poker :: Face
Federal :: Agent
Mattress :: Cover
Who am I? :: Guess Who
Investigation :: Federal Bureau of
In good hands :: Handing over trust
8:30 :: am
Creditors:: Owed
Resource :: Library

The girls got to their positions at the hotdog stand half an hour early on Sunday. Of course, when we dropped them off they were fighting over who would carry what. Instead of one of them carrying the two bags with the small cupcakes and another taking the big box with the banana cake, both of them took a bag with J laughingly leaving her sister to take the box as well. Of course, with it being H, this did not go down well. She cursed, she shouted, she hissed and begrudgingly took the cake box out with her and upon catching up with her sister, dumped it, rather unceremoniously on the grass and stormed off. Ah, again, the joy of twins.

They were only due to be there for two hours and eventually came home seven and a half hours later, absolutely shattered and with sunburnt faces. They'd enjoyed some parts of the day but felt that as they'd stayed on for over five hours more than was required of them and helped take things back to the scout hut that maybe they could have been thanked a bit more. J was actually quite upset that when she pointed out that someone was mistakenly filling up my cake box with the cub's plastic cups that she felt as if they were accusing her of trying to gain a free box. When the cub's missing cup box was found she didn't get an apology and my children are really keen on things being balanced and she said so. That didn't go down too well. There were a few other things that upset them, but they felt the good parts were good experience and H's banana layer cake sold for £5.

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The twins have been baking for most of the day. A whole heap of cupcakes, a banana loaf and banana layer cake are the results. The best bit was that I didn't have to do anything except answer the occasional question.

It's all in aid of funding their summer scout camp. Sunday sees the annual Felixstowe Historic Vehicle Run, where vehicles built before 1975 all gather in Christchurch Park in Ipswich before parading to Felixstowe sea-front. Cars, motorcycles, vans, buses all join in and the range of designs are amazing. This year there are over 600 vehicles expected to turn up - there are steam powered cars from 1922 and the oldest cars registered were built in 1897. It's a totally free event, with time to look at the vehicles both at Christchurch Park and at the prom in Felixstowe, or, one our favourite things, wait along the route and get the drivers to wave and honk their horns at you! Curses to ITFC and Hull City for having the last match of the season whilst the rally is on - as KT can't miss the last match, our family traditions are down the pan this year!

The scouts have been given permission to have a stand on the prom and are selling hotdogs - the cakes were an after thought, but hopefully, they will sell well - I know when J's form recently had a bake sale, her cupcakes went like, well, hot cakes!

I've just thought of another bonus. J's been clearing up as she's been going along and doing the washing up. What more could a mother ask for?

 and another Christpher Moore novel devoured. This time it was a story about a researcher who has spent much of his life trying to find out what Humpbacked whales are trying to say when they sing when he's suddenly confronted with the words 'BITE ME' written in foot high letters on the tail of one of them. You'll definately need to be able to forget about realistic worlds at the end of this book, but I still liked it.

Fluke

KT and I managed to get out, not once, but twice this week.

The first time was Tuesday, when we went to the Ipswich Regent to see Jimmy Carr. He quickly started picking on someone in the front row and they obviously reacted badly as he kept at them. During the break, we headed off like everyone does and trying to get back to our seats was frustrating - I have to cleave a way through the crowds so KT can get through. One woman decide to jump in between us and try and push through but being the stubborn moo that I am, I refused to move until she flipped off. Her boyfriend could see what I'd been trying to do and said to her but she was getting all moody because she wanted me to carry on going forward which would have left KT alone. After a minute she realised it wasn't happening and stepped to the side so he could get back to me and then I encountered some old bloke who was too busy being intellectual to even regard me. I asked him twice to please excuse us and he looked down his nose at me and carried on talking. I was already exasperated (it's blooming tiring trying to get through crowds off people all standing in the walk ways with their beers and alcopops and I leant closer as I went past and said, "so get your fucking feet run over then", not realising until KT told me when we sat down that he'd actually run over the guy's expensive leather shoes. Fabulous. We then noticed the moody woman from before and when she sat down we realised she was the one who'd been getting all the stick through-out the first half ... there is a God! I wont go into much here as it was pretty much all too filthy for a general audience, but you can tell he loves the parts where the audience gets to play along.

Jimmy Carr comes across, when you meet him for your two seconds of autograph time as a genuinely nice guy. He asks people he recognises how they are and takes a moment to say something to everyone who's waited to see him.

Our second trip out was to see Dara O'Briain, presenter of Mock the Week and fairly regular participant in such shows as QI and Have I Got News For You (which London's new Mayor, Boris Johnston has guest hosted, as indeed, has Dara).

The show started off with Dara telling the audience that he normally had a Madonna style mic but that it had taken him 7 hours to travel down to Ipswich due to a jack-knifed lorry and his sound crew was still somewhere on the A14. He'd been provided with a battery mic but it kept cutting out so off he went to get one with a cable and the crowd roared as he disappeared across the stage, telling the woman who'd handed him the mic that 'there's plenty of cable? You don't know what I'm likely to do with this thing' before whipping the cable across the stage. Dara is a quick thinking comic, who takes what's thrown at him and runs with it. At one stage he asked if anyone had stopped a crime. One man shouted out that his dad had stopped a burglary and as the story progressed it turned out that the burglar ran off after the man's father had farted. Farted! Dara turned the details given to him into a rather funny fairy tale style story which left nothing of the would be thief than his smoking shoes. KT laughed so hard at times I was worried he wouldn't be able to breathe.  For the most part, this crowd was polite enough to move out of the way when we needed them to, but yah boo sucks to the woman next to me. Not only did she clearly resent me sitting in the seat that she thought she'd snagged for her coat, but she then spent the entire show pushing it and her leg against mine in quite an agressive manner. When it was time for an interval, she stood up immediately and tried pushing her way past us, which is impossible without 1. my standing up and 2. KT being able to move his chair off the ramp, which he couldn't because there were already streams of people behind him. To that woman, I say this. Very fookin' sorry I made you hold your coat - next time, why don't you pay £20 and buy your soddin' coat a seat?!

Anyhow, some vids of Dara now.

Three and a half hours = being unable to put down this

Bloodsucking Fiends

On the outside:

If reading this,

I'm asleep !!   :Þ

On the inside:

To Mum + KT

LOVE you both. Hope
you had loads of
fun with ALAN Carr's mummy.
See you in morning.
I LOVE YOU loads (both of you)
NIGHT NIGHT. Hope bed bugs don't Bite.

Love You, J***