The Alphabet Song

Fireman Sam

Mr Darcy carnal desires

This was the google search that led someone in India to this blog.

How?

PATTOTE: Better living through porn with literary merit.

World MS Day

Nothing to say

I've been keeping a list of all the things that I want to blog about. But I've lost it. Sorry.

Proud hausfrau

I managed to get a tomato-based stain out of a white top. I'm so chuffed with myself it's a little ridiculous. And I only damaged myself a little - a scrubbed the top of my index finger raw.

PATTOTE: Better living through washing powder.

Tackling Tetley

I really dislike this advert - it's just so patronising, and twee, and wrong.
Why must they resort to such blatantly wrong stereotypes, especially when it's done so badly that no joke results? If you're going to be insulting, at least be funny.

There's been a suggestion that this is some sort of homage to Alexander McCall Smith's Mma Ramotshwe. But...that's in Botswana.

PATTOTE: Better living through Nando's adverts, which you don't get here to my disgust.

Tartle

A Scottish verb meaning to hesitate while introducing someone due to having forgotten his/her name.

Deeper underground

I'm rather sadly obsessed with things that happen undergound. Love tubes and subways, would love to do a sewer tour. etc etc.

So I was thrilled to see this article in the Guardian. Books and the underground. What's not to love!

PATTOTE: Better living deeper underground, there's too much terror in this town, going deeper underground...

Sunday obits

It's weird, but for the last couple of months, as soon as I check the news on a Sunday morning, someone reasonablly famous has pegged it. Why do people die over weekends? It's convenient, but it's also a little odd.

Lovefilm anticipation

On their way - The Accidental Husband and Jane Eyre!

Two very good ones. Love this adaptation of Jane, because it has the always wonderful Toby Stephens in it. I was never as obsessed with Mr Rochester as some other fans of the book because, let's face it, he's a jackass. But he has a certain charm.

PATTOTE: Better living through Netflix lookalikes.

Eyes right

It never fails - as you take the DLR from West Silvertown to Pontoon Dock, and then on to London City Airport, everybody's eyes are immediately drawn to the Thames Barrier. It sits solidly over the river, inviting photographs and questions that nobody can answer. Why is the barrier there mummy? Um, to stop London from flooding. But how mummy? Um, um, look, an aeroplane. And we're still no closer to an answer.

PATTOTE: Better living through googling, I know, but going to the visitors' centre would be more fun I think.

Hurt

I've been listening to the Johnny Cash cover, because I was watching a really good documentary. It's so..sad.

Here's a video, so that you can all be sad with me.

Click here.

PATTOTE: Better living through the man in black.

You've got mail

I love this movie, it's one of my standbys. When it first came out I went to see it three times in a row - one of the first times I picked a movie and went to it by myself. Today though four things strike me:

1) The cleverly modern computer graphics in the opening scene - really, really dated.

2) The dial up sound makes me giggle so hard. As does the 'you've got mail'.

3) Wait a minute, a movie that came out when I was a teenager is looking dated. Shit, I got old!

4) I was suddenly really taken aback by the fact that Joe was as eager to hear from Kathleen as she was to hear from him. Am I really so stuck in my view that I'm always going to be more interested in them than they are in me?

PATTOTE: Better living through romcom realisations

Scene at South Bank Centre

Love Poem

You remind me
define me
incline me.

If you died I'd.

PATTOTE: better living through love poems and margharitas.