Little Miss Stripeycat

more fotopic piccies for those who might be interested - these are from the little birthday tea party we held for CB last sunday afternoon.....
http://stripeycat-eventsanting.fot…
.....we wanted to make it extra special as she'd never ever had a a party when she was a kiddy-wink and in recent years has barely celebrated her birthday at all, and yet i knew it had to still be small, unfussy and low-key so as not to become overwhelming or stressful, and it was just that, and just perfect.

Todays news is, im very pleased and relieved to report that Jons eye operation went well this morning and he's home safe and well, if a little bruised from the clamp thingy....he's currently taking it steady, sat up in bed playing discworld noir on the laptop with Fig.

Said 'discworld' game came from my mornings charity shop shopping round Chorlton with Shaz (who'd very kindly done the driving to and from the eye hosi/waited with a rather edgy stripey me). Meanwhile, Jon (after much protestation)did as he'd been advised and went back to sleep for 4 hours with his li'l eye pad on so we left him to peace, quiet and radio 4. Lovely meander round the shops which brought back memories of when we used to go shopping EVERY saturday together, nosing round Quiggins when we were at uni in Liverpool, except this time we finished with a coffee in 'Revise' rather than the 'Brook'.

Just had a chinwag with mum, shes off to Zurich for her 68th birthday(wednesday) somewhere she hasnt been for 40 years - not since she travelled round Europe when she was 17/18. She's very very excited and im hoping she has a lovely lovely time, she very much deserves it after this last month. We lost a very dear friend so suddenly and so tragically 3 weeks ago and in the time since his death ive been so very very proud of how strong and calm she has been throughout, especially in being right there for darling Pat (his widow).

Yesterday really was the first day of autumn wasnt it? you could just see/feel/taste and smell the change of the season - in the coldness and nip in the air, the leaves changing colour and the need to don an extra jumper. I think its just wonderful, magical autumn is newly here and its very welcome.

cats react to bleach in a similar way to catnip ???
....Fig went doo-lally when i was bleaching shirts the other day and - thank goodness for google - Jon found a message board about it - and apparantly the ammonia smells like female cat urine - so he thought he was on a promise....which explains why he's been sulking all day today when he didnt get his girl :( awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww....!

....and so to let people know im still alive...here i am
had a wonderful time at Solfest recently
pics here....
http://stripeycat-eventsanting.fot…

stolen from namco_

here are 10 from the combined "my music" folder on the hard drive....

1)20-20-20-4 hours...
2)what did i do wrong ?...
3)ahhhh well everybodys heard...
4)doo-doo-doo-doo awww hey im sick...
5)get yourself together...
6)if theres a smile on my face
7)there lived a certain man...
8)i work very hard but im lazy...
9)too many teardrops...
10)im waiting for ya baby...

and here are 10 from my personal "my music" folder...

1)i know your antiseptic...
2)woo-woo taken more shots than Carl Malone...
3)how can i put this in a way so as not to offend or unnerve...
4)back once again...
5)gotta get me some gotta get me...
6)when im with you baby i go out of my head...
7)people i know places i go...
8)money talks but it dont sing and dance...
9)i'll protect you from the hooded claw...
10)lady takes a ride on a zeke 64...

one or two might suprise people, a couple are covers...good luck guessing !!!

PS-utterly stunned/feeling very sorry for London again with more bombs today *thoughts*X
PPS - leaving for Wickerman festival in Scotland very late tonight with Jon, CB and Shaz....fingers crossed for minimal rain, looking forward to seeing Alabama 3, Dreadzone, The Stanglers and The Vibrators....ive made a huge b/w stripey flag with "stripeytown" (the yahoo group i started, sort of by way of trying to keep our scattered bunch in touch/organise nights out etc....)written across it in big red letters...SOOOOO...say it loud, im stripey and proud !! :)tatty-byes for now XX

cannot believe the news....*utter shock* :( :( :(

stolen from gooth and *snap* me too, awwww ;)



You're a little gold key, and you unlock other
people's hearts. Your kindness and willingness
to be there for those you care about lets
people open up to you knowing they will be
accepted. People will rely on you, but be
careful not to give more than you have.


What sort of key are you and what do you unlock?
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thankyou to all who responded to my tagging them :)
i enjoyed reading them, bless poppets.

tagged by gooth

List your current six favourite songs:

i have chosen.....

Stereo Total - I love you, oh no !
Alabama 3 - Hello, im Johnny Cash
Dreadzone - Captain Dread
The Dubliners - The rare auld times
Toto Coelo - I eat cannibals
Goldblade - Hairstyle

then pick another six people who have to do the same:

i have tagged.....

cochranlover
perhael
dotty80
sublevel3
namco_
lucystag

Based on the lj interests lists of those who share my more unusual interests, the interests suggestion meme thinks I might be interested in
1. 1977 score: 15
2. london calling score: 12
3. combat rock score: 11
4. retro bar score: 10
5. rebel waltz score: 9
6. give 'em enough rope score: 8
7. complete control score: 8
8. stay free score: 8
9. card cheat score: 8
10. cut the crap score: 8
11. straight to hell score: 8
12. jail guitar doors score: 7
13. train in vain score: 7
14. somebody got murdered score: 7
15. the right profile score: 7
16. tommy gun score: 7
17. what's my name score: 7
18. four horsemen score: 7
19. english civil war score: 7
20. rock the casbah score: 7

changed by ouwiyaru based on code by ixwin
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so, im basically interested in The Clash, and Retro Bar then.....sounds about right...:)
thanks to liquefactionist who i stole it from :)

Escapade at 3am-ish AKA Night caller.....

Fig, our cat, for those that dont know, who had been a whinging git (its too hot, why havnt i got tuna to eat, your feet look ripe for the scratching, wake up and play with me...etc etc...) had been shut out of the bedroom in an attempt by us, to get SOME sleep. Following this, and ever the entertainer, he took himself off to the living room and made a grand clanging noise like he'd pulled something over, so, ever the dutiful mistress i went hooning through to see if he was ok, and there, i found him jumping about like house of pain made him do it, going mad near the chair by the computer. Thinking he was playing with a hair bobble, as is his want (oh the endless fun of hair bobbles and their battable-chasey-chasey-ness) i moved the chair so he could get at it - as he always wangs them into nooks and crannies he cant get his paw into, and lo and behold, whooooomp ! - paw connects with quarry - but it wasnt a hair bobble, it was a MOUSE !!!!! - and so saying, he grabs it in his mouth and is off down the hall like Roger Bannister to show daddy !!!!
Torn between laughing my sox off, except i wasnt wearing any, and 'oh the poor mouse', and 'well done, good cat, you were only giving us a present'...etc...im shrieking 'JON JON JONNNNNN' !!! as i run after him, no movement or sound from the bedroom... getting to the door i push it open and shout 'JON YOU TWAT HES GOT A MOUSE' ! Jon leaps, well thats a bit ambitious, Jon half stumbles and falls out of bed, gets cramp the minute his feet hit the floor, nearly collapses and then recovers himself, blinking sleep out of his eyes and trying to work out if he's dreaming and WTF!?, finally snapping to the fact that he's stepped back into reality and asking 'wheres he got that from then ?' - 'sorry darling i didnt ask for its passport and i dont think theyve got round to setting up border control in the skirting board.......' sarcasm drips off Jons face and i hand him a towel galvanising him into action and then, like an excerpt from the film 'mousehunt' only slightly less like Lee Evans and slightly more like Norman Wisdom, though the differences are blurred, he decides to get a tupperware tub and get the mouse off Fig and into the box.....i dont know how he thinks of these plans, i really dont....and so saying, goes about knocking limp fat brown ball into receptacle from Fig's mouth....before i get the words out....'its not fucking dead you twat it'll be off again if you do that...' - alas, too late.... and the the mouse, ever the opportunist made a break for it, hoping to flag a taxi somewhere near the u-bend of the toilet with Fig in hot pursuit....another calamatous tupperware moment, Fig looking at Jon like he's just pissed on his felix at christmas and the mouse, enjoying himself by this stage, is off and into the bedroom.....(at this point i have to point out that unlike the stereotype, im not a 'jump-on-a-chair-and-squeal' type of female having grown up in an old farmhouse and been well used to seeing the little brown critters flumping around and generally trying to set up home in the airing cupboard, then most annoyingly for my mum, expiring under her favourite stripey sheets) ....the mouse, being not so green as cabbage-looking, legs it like he's navigating the mint 400 behind the most awkward piece of furniture we have in said room (three tall-boy type chests of drawers side by side against the wall) Fig, almost driven mad with the fact that he cant fit his paw, let alone his head down the crack behind it to pursue the beast was stalking around shooting Jon filthy looks of 'you complete and total PRAT Bloor' and i had to sit on the bed and crack a rib laughing....Jon, by now in full destruction a-go-go mode starts yanking drawers out of the offending pieces of furniture in an attempt to excavate the mouse.....who had by now got its feet up reading 'what cheese' while smoking a gitane...the bed's filling up with drawers full of stuff and shoes are being flung over shoulders, pokey sticks found and Jon and Fig are having a chat about the best way to crank up the tall boys using some kind of pulley system.....boy talk....so, i decide to spark up and enjoy the floorshow. Jon, never to be outdone, wants a cigarette too and so is now pulling the room around with a fag dangling out of the corner of his mouth dropping ash all over the floorboards and the cat, looking rather reminiscent of Mr Shifffftit' wearing blue and white stripey pyjamas that he keeps tripping over the hem of, i almost expected him to lurch into estuary vernacular and start referring to me as 'Anne..Anne..' (every name MUST be repeated when using said tongue) and telling me to 'pu' a spaaaannnnnarr innittt' or call me a 'maaggg' - anyway, cigarette out for me and im back on the case, like Nancy Drew but wearing a Ramones top, and i hit upon the idea of actually using my hands to winkle the creature out, so in a manner usually restricted to James Herriot, i extend my arm through, under where the drawer had been and start to poke round corners, it has the desired effect, well, assuming the desired effect is to have the mouse run at Jon like he's heading up omaha beach, and i sit back on my heels to watch Jon nearly SHIT and start picking his feet up like some David Walliams caricature of 'i am a laaaa-dy' whilst squeaking an octave higher than the mouse can manage 'it ran under there...' pointing at the wardrobe whilst still nearly doing David Flattley out of his riverdancing shoes...........the people downstairs mustve thought we had Roy Castle, back from the grave an attempting yet another fucking 'tap' record...ooooh dedication...and put that fag out......anyway kids, heres where the story ends.....maybe he made it, Mr Mouse, maybe he changed his name to Steve McMouse and found a motorbike and broke for the Austrian border....we'll never know, but just to round things off Fig decided to mark his disgust at the entire sorry state of affairs by pissing against the bin in the kitchen and as if by penance General "Jon" Haigh, king of the tupperware, went to clean it up and we finally returned to bed.

really good day today, really really good.

Oxpops was great, really worked my sox off and cleared through all the donations in the stock room, put together 14 big stack n store boxes of good books to sell. I also managed to find 4 Kathy Reichs books for my mum (who was chuffed to bits with them when i rang and told her, so theyre going in a jiffy bag tonight and will be winging their way to her tomorrow, b*gger postage costs, i know how pleased she'll be when she gets it. I had a 5 minute break halfway through and sat out the back in the sunshine like a gecko soaking up the rays, and had a lovely coffee and smoked a cigarette, blissful.

Jon's VERY belated birthday CDs were FINALLY delivered too (The Eels, Violent Femmes and Dreadzone in case you wondered)and also some audiobooks from ebay, and an out of print paperback by my fave author that ive been trying to track down for years and finally found, cheap as chips, on amazon marketplace.

Also had lovely calls to let me know a parcel id sent had found its mark and caused smiles which was just *FAB* :) and sent another one off today with photos which should reach Cumbria tomorrow :) i love sending people things ive found for them, or made, or just letters and cards, i had the most wonderful reply from my fabulous Uncle John recently, id written him a 3 page typed missive, full of stories of our usual craziness, lol, (he's in his 70s, my dear departed dad's ONLY remaining family)and he said he hadnt laughed so much for as long as he could remember and loved it, said it was like reading a comedy sketch, bless him.

and just to round things off, Fig has just eaten big catty mouthfuls of sweetcorn out of the salad leftovers that id made for tea *lol, lol, lol* :) prrrrrrrrrrrr