(no subject)

[froodle]

Well, we didn't have to go to the Pig Show thing, thank God. I only like pigs if they are used to eat up human remains, and then only if they are in the care of a Chinese dude whose knowledge of the English language consists solely of the word "cocksucker".

So we went to York instead and walked around the National Railway Museum for about a hundred and forty years (I am totally not kidding, I'm pretty sure I died of old age twice while I was in there) and then we went "shopping," which pretty much means Mama Froodle dragged me around these ludicrously expensive and for the most part entirely ugly clothing stores and wittered at me about getting "a nice pair of flatties" and "some glamorous tops" - I should note at this point that to my mother, glamour equates to shoulder pads and sequins - and Papa Froodle jibbed on about getting me a digital camera, while I tried in vain to point out that books and DVDs and nice things from Lush, or, if we're talking big-ticket items, a sofa that is not held together with scotch tape and the Will of God, would be much more welcome.

Dudes, do anyone elses parents do that? Like, totally ignore what you actually want and what would actually be useful to you, and buy you random shit because they think you should want it, even after you've explained that you don't and in fact, have no use for it? Is this a normal parental thing or are my folks total freaks?

Anyway, we went to ASK for lunch, which was nice, although they felt compelled to lecture the waiter about how much better the Isle of Man is than England (LIE!) and then to Betty's for tea, and I got some China Rose Petal tea in a tin which was awesome, and then we came home.

In a little bit I might go and wash my face and then see if I feel like going to see the new Harry Potter movie - I kind of actually don't care at all about Harry Potter now, but the Froodle Brothers have abandoned me to go sky-diving and I fear the alternative is an evening with the parental units trying to explain that no, "I would like to watch Battlestar Galactica in peace" is not code for "Feel free to change the channel to that stupid cycling thing," failing, and then shoving them off the balcony in a fit of temper.

Comments

[googlebrat.livejournal.com]

Have you tried Freecycle for sofas? They're the sort of thing that people do tend to just want rid of when they want a new one (which is why I'm currently happily lounging on my free two piece suite - came from a friend of my great aunt's whose mother died and was doing the house clearance)

[froodle]

I didn't realise there were Freecycle groups for the UK. I've just signed up, thanks for the tip!

[googlebrat.livejournal.com]

It is a wonderful thing! Though you do have to be quick.

[incandescens]

It is indeed a normal parental thing.

Still, at least you got tea at Betty's. Any day which involves a meal at Betty's is good.

(she says, eating her ginger cake from Betty's)

[froodle]

I had ginger cake too, it was awesome!

[scheherezhad]

My mom is bad about buying me random crap that she thinks I'd want. I've been working for years to get her to stop and still haven't quite made it. I started early on my holiday gift request, though: I've already been telling every one in my family, repeatedly, that I do not want anything except a small spinning wheel. I hope that they are actually paying attention.

[froodle]

If they're anything like mine, I bet you end up with an outsized makeup kit that contains seventeen different shades of eyeshadow, none of which suit you.