It's not news to me, but I'm sure it is to many of you. The news that most people do not have a clue how to peel a banana or indeed know how to spell banana is something which your children's children will look back at you and say "bloody hell" for.
Luke spent at least 43 minutes of my two years at college, split into segments each lunch time as he withdrew the yellow item from his lunchbox, before someone - normally JJ or Joff - commented on his technique.
"It's how monkeys doooo it".
Luke, this video is probably for you.
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How to peel a banana
Daily Nixx Archive | Thursday, 09 July | Respond
Amazing coffee
Daily Nixx Archive | Tuesday, 07 July | Respond
Beautiful
So as I'm sure you might have noticed, I love coffee. And I'm rather good at making it too - but I can't do latte art. Half because I never get time, and half because I've never really tried.
Take a look at these pictures http://www.webdesignerdepot.com/2009/07/50-beautifully-delicious-coffee-designs/
Maybe I should learn?
Nicx
Another temporary addiction
Daily Nixx Archive | Monday, 06 July | Respond
Absoloutely horrible song, and I have no idea at all why I like it, but then I said the same about Cascada, and now it's number 1 and I'm loving it, so heh...Here goes!
Most pointless letter I've ever recieved
Daily Nixx Archive | Monday, 06 July | Respond
So today I went down to get all of the post, all excited, as you do, expecting that - because you are off today -you will have been sent something.
As soon as I opened the door, I knew I had something. The jiffy bag. Could it be mine?
I hadn't ordered anything, but then the childish left overs of the "have I got post?" feeling linger forever within the human body. Unfortunately, it turned out not to be for me, but instead it was from Liz Earle, for my mother.
Liz is always sending my mother things which make her feel more beautiful and relieve her of the need to worry about how much money is left in her bank account.
But having got over the initial excitement about the jiffy bag, I looked on through the pile of boring white envelopes with printed addresses on them. An adult probably would say "bills, bills bills," and my dad would put said items into a pile until someone asked him about them and he pledged to sort them out.
By which point the offer of a million pounds from Reader's Digest has expired, and the cheap catalogue company have run out of the 'excellent' multi-tasking leg hair remover and bobble remover for your jumpers, and the maid-style cover for your vacuum cleaner.
Instead, student finance had decided that today was the absolutely perfect opportunity with which to send me a letter which contradicted itself and gave me little comfort that they were capable of doing their job.
The letter in all its amazing wisdom, introduces me with quite a nice little ditty of informing me the subject of the letter in bold. "Information required". Nice. Because you now instantly know what is required of you.
Further reading reveals this is a standard letter where someone types a message to tell you what they actually want, and everything becomes pretty and wonderful and people give you things.
Within this box says "No further action is currently required on your part."
Succinct, I think you'll agree. And this set my mind to rest. It's ok - the letter tells me everything is fine and I can get on with life. Even more worrying is that in about a week's time I have to pay for my accommodation and get on with paying for it!
In the next line, "to allow us to process your application, please provide this information as quickly as possible."
So that makes sense then.
Nic x
As soon as I opened the door, I knew I had something. The jiffy bag. Could it be mine?
I hadn't ordered anything, but then the childish left overs of the "have I got post?" feeling linger forever within the human body. Unfortunately, it turned out not to be for me, but instead it was from Liz Earle, for my mother.
Liz is always sending my mother things which make her feel more beautiful and relieve her of the need to worry about how much money is left in her bank account.
But having got over the initial excitement about the jiffy bag, I looked on through the pile of boring white envelopes with printed addresses on them. An adult probably would say "bills, bills bills," and my dad would put said items into a pile until someone asked him about them and he pledged to sort them out.
By which point the offer of a million pounds from Reader's Digest has expired, and the cheap catalogue company have run out of the 'excellent' multi-tasking leg hair remover and bobble remover for your jumpers, and the maid-style cover for your vacuum cleaner.
Instead, student finance had decided that today was the absolutely perfect opportunity with which to send me a letter which contradicted itself and gave me little comfort that they were capable of doing their job.
The letter in all its amazing wisdom, introduces me with quite a nice little ditty of informing me the subject of the letter in bold. "Information required". Nice. Because you now instantly know what is required of you.
Further reading reveals this is a standard letter where someone types a message to tell you what they actually want, and everything becomes pretty and wonderful and people give you things.
Within this box says "No further action is currently required on your part."
Succinct, I think you'll agree. And this set my mind to rest. It's ok - the letter tells me everything is fine and I can get on with life. Even more worrying is that in about a week's time I have to pay for my accommodation and get on with paying for it!
In the next line, "to allow us to process your application, please provide this information as quickly as possible."
So that makes sense then.
Nic x
