Red Shoes’ Family

Because it's true

2008-08-18T18:28:25Z

It's all about shaking off the shit and getting on with your life. When it came on this evening, I cranked it up and sang at the top of my lungs. 'It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life for me - and I'm feeling good.' Nina, you're t...

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Apparently I was born in 1956

2008-08-18T11:59:05Z

Last week my new workplace sent me on a training course to lern to rite good. It was all pretty interesting, although I now find myself analysing everything for gratuitous use of the passive tense / excessive jargon / pompous wording. (However, I...

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Gym whim

2008-08-18T09:41:57Z

My regime of doing my physio exercises at home seemed to have faltered by the wayside so in a bid to put things right and restore my withered muscles, I signed up at the gym last week. It's alright, I'm on a student membership so I can leave whe...

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Disaster!

2008-08-15T09:37:35Z

My hair straighteners have broken! Yelp. I put them on this morning, went about the business of trowelling on some make up, sat back down to begin the dark art of ironing my hair and... nothing. Icy cold. The little light was on, so it's not ...

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Practice practice practice

2008-08-14T10:46:28Z

I have bought some brand new brush pens so I can 'brush-up' (see what I did there?) on my inking skills (which are terrible). To encourage myself to practice I will be posting them here: Cheer up, random old guy! My owl style is unbeatabl...

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Losing your way

2008-08-14T10:36:10Z

I think my poor sense of direction has been well documented but you might not know that it's almost certainly hereditary and most of my family spend far too much time wandering aimlessly around, looking perplexed. My dad, certainly, is at least ...

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Dear Barely Literate Surveyor...

2008-08-12T11:04:39Z

I think we may have chosen our chartered surveyor poorly. Here's a little note I think I might send off to him (please note that where I am quoting from his report that I have not made any changes to spelling, punctuation, capitalisation or gramma...

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QotD: Go to Your Room!

2008-08-12T08:38:29Z

How were you punished as a child? I wasn't, hence why I'm so lawless and spoilt now.

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Confession

2008-08-11T14:35:58Z

It would appear that Chauncey has received no small amount of kudos after a post on this very website by his good lady, Em. This aforementioned kudos relates to the mouse story. To fill you in, Limpy (the cat) brought a mouse in and dropped the l...

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QotD: Go to Your Room!

2008-08-11T13:30:00Z

How were you punished as a child? When I went to school teachers were still allowed to hit children - they could use a leather strap called the tawse and it would usually be given across the palms of the hands. It didn't bother us in the slig...

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