Listening to/reading/watching

  • Spooks, Heroes and Little Dorrit
  • The Ascent of Money
  • Fountains of Wayne, Dusty Springfield, Nickleback, Talking Heads

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Friday, March 30, 2007

Scary statistics

There have been almost 1000 hits on this blog since 11 Feb - even with my dodgy maths that means if Frobes, Beast and Tick visit once a day each then a number of other people have visited 900 times!

Who are you?

Thursday, March 29, 2007

Ten things I'm showing no signs of growing out of.....

1. Working late = Portishead as soundtrack
2. Lindt chocolate animals, the sort that come in boxes.
3. Not drying my hair properly before I go out in the morning
4. Missing my best friends - move to Australia or Manila why don't you and leave me here all on my own.
5. Horses - now that's a phase that should have had it's day!
6. Tap Dancing Classes- ditto
7. Having to read all the books in a series - why is this???
8. Reading a novel a week - continuous habit since the age of 9!
9. Fancying Harrison Ford....shhh tell anyone and you are dead...and Sean Bean.
10.Taking tea weak and milky with sugar.

Honestly that's a 12 year old's list and I'll be 45 in the summer!

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

16 hour days

Sorry for very thin blog - just working stupid hours this week.
You see I have some leave over Easter (almost 3 weeks leave as it happens) and so before I go I have to;

square up all my files,
do holiday notes for them so that others can look after them properly in my absence, finish all my billing as it's the financial year end
and write the edit script for last week's shoot.

So far I've finished the bills and come in 10% over target - go me...not that I will get any sort of bonus for this you understand! And done about half the holiday notes.

AB has her tap exam today - so fingers crossed for that as well.

I am going to spend the next three weeks asleep aren't I? - this is a ridiculous job!

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Family life

The TB is now working away in Cambs from Monday to Friday (until we catch up with him in July) and frankly he is not taking to bachelor status with the enthusiasm that I would have predicted.

Far from living in the cafe and going to the pub every night,he seems to be subsisting on soup and bananas and going to the gym every night - otherwise he says he ends up staying in the office until ten o'clock working because there isn't anything else to do. Sad git I here you say. But it is far harder to be in that place where you are relaxed and motivated when you are on your own.

I'm not excelling in the single mum stakes either - but at least I have the AB and the dog to keep me on track!! Although tonight, due to pressure of tap classes we are having breakfast for tea (egg,bacon, beans and tomato) because it's quick and fills you up.

Sunday, March 25, 2007

Never Drunk Dial

Went to supper with our mates R &A last night and were fed like kings and drank like lords , with the result that I have a scary memory of going on line at 1am and booking two tickets for the Roskilde Festival near Copenhagen!

If I did manage it then I may have pulled a bit of an inadvertent blinder as the Chillies, the Killers, the Who and Bjork are all on the bill! Plus a day or so in Copenhagen - how cool!

Saturday, March 24, 2007

Yours truly...dozy bint.

Enfield is very pretty! Forgive all the slanderous comments made in the previous post, the shoot took place in a delightful Georgian House in half an acre of grounds, and the only noise issue was the ducks quacking peacefully on the stream. It was damn cold though.

I am the dozy bint of the title, I forgot to pack my mobile phone charger, bit of a disastrous omission when the mobile is the only available means of communication. So I went to the Orange shop on Fleet St and they kindly upgraded the handset a month early and new handset = new charger. So I am now the owner of a new Nokia N70, a phone so complicated that it comes with its own instructional DVD. It was the "simplest" phone that the very nice man was able to find for me, and now I'm ploughing through the manual as I know I have a voice message and I have no idea how to retrieve it! It could be a long afternoon!

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

This dazzling life

I get all the glamorous jobs - you will have noticed from the content of this blog that this statement is a blatant lie.

In the spirit of all that is un-glamorous therefore for the next few days i am filming in the snow, in Enfield. The crew as usual will be gasping to go off to China with Damon Albarn or Ireland with Sir Andrew Lloyd Webber or frankly anywhere with Scarlett Johansen......and I will know without a doubt, that I am the boring job that pays the mortgage. Oh well, at least I'm efficient and make it as quick and painless for them as possible.

But the snow! And staying in Hackney...

Testing Testing

*Those of a sensitive nature should avert their eyes now*

The ultrasound scan yesterday revealed that I have a cyst the size of a hen's egg where my left ovary should be, not clear and fluid filled but grey and full of apparently "old blood".

Cue more tests and probably an MRI scan to say if I need an operation - likley - and whether it's a slice and dice or key hole surgery.

Feel a bit bruised and stiff this morning and not really looking forward to more of the same.

Monday, March 19, 2007

Black Dog

Poor old Beast isn't very well. It's one of the cruel things about depression that very often an episode hits you in the spring just when everything is getting better.

I am impressed by first nation's approach of doing everything she likes when she sees the black dog approach. My problem is that at that point I can't remember what I like or even if there is anything in the world that I ever liked....

I know I've posted this before but it might bear repetition. One of the horrid things about a black phase is that you feel like such a tit for being depressed. Then what helps me is to compile a list of all the other people who have suffered and are patently not tits. Here's mine;

Churchill, Charles Dickens, JK Rowling, Stephen Fry, Beastie, Alistair Campbell, First Nations.

Feel free to add!

Sunday, March 18, 2007

The Sound of the Suburbs

I decided to show off my curry chef credentials last night and cooked up a storm for the TB and some mates to celebrate the TB's birthday. Apart from one guy spending half an hour next door at the wrong party, before realising his mistake and making a hasty retreat taking his beer with him, it all went rather well.

The runner bean curry was as ever a triumph - it's a doddle, cook runner beans to taste, put to one side. In butter or ghee (better as it doesn't burn so easilly) cook cumin seed, black mustard seed and cumin powder for a couple of minutes. Elsewhere add a teaspoon of English mustard powder, a teaspoon of sugar, a teaspoon of salt and half a teaspoon of aesfoetida powder to half a tub of greek yoghurt and mix. Add the beans and the yoghurt mix to the pan with the mustard and cumin seeds in it and warm through. The only way this can go wrong is if you burn the butter or the seeds in step one so don't have the heat too high you only really need to warm them to release the flavours.

I am off chef duties today as it's mothers day - the pressie was a fluffy white bear who has yet to be named. I'm not a cuddly toys person but the AB very much is and it's her present so it reflects her and not me ...which is how it should be.

Friday, March 16, 2007

I fought the law and the law won!

Honestly I am really tired of the ongoing assumption that all lawyers are money grabbing crooks. OK to the debit side of the legal profession we have the Clintons and Tony and Cherie Blair. But in the credit column, Nelson Mandela and Ghandi not your average money grabbing crooks you must agree.

Anyway - while we are talking of the good guys, respect to these guys in Pakistan who have objected to the sacking by the government of a judge who was hot on human rights. Another reminder of why tyrants including the lovely Tone, hate independent professionals.

Thursday, March 15, 2007

Character profiling.

I'm reading the late John Peel's autobiography, it's great i reccomend it highly.

In one of the early chapters he tells the story of how he was raped by a prefect when he was a school boy at Shrewsbury School. Years ago I worked for a partner in a law firm who was himself a prefect at said school at around the same time....and do you know what, i wouldn't be at all surprised.

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

25 Things About Lippy

1. I didn't go to law school until I was 29 (backward me!)

2. I can milk a cow and shear a sheep - would probably only manage the one sheep these days before my back gave out.

3. I am in denial that blue ink even exists - black is the ONLY colour in which to write.

4. I am on a "no bread, eat healthy" diet, so far I have lost 14 lbs and have another 16 to go, then I will weigh the same as Tyra Banks and that'll do.

5. I really really like latte coffee - it's one of the things I've forsaken under (4) it's hard.

6. I lived in Western Australia for a while in my 20's and absolutley loved it.

7. The Toy Boy is three years younger than me - should have taken his age rather than his surname when I married him it would have made more sense.

8. When I travel I just don't want to stop, but when I'm home and I've been working I can never work out how I managed to go anywhere at all and planning a trip seems really impossible.

9. Instead of writing this post I should be writing a script.

10. I don't understand football even slightly - I have been to one match ever in my life and was bored brainless.

11. Linghams Chilli Sauce is one of the small things that makes life worth living.

12. I don't drink spirits - don't like the taste.

13. My best friend is from Dehli and her mum taught me to be an ace curry chef.

14. I always have a paperback to read and a notebook to write in, in my handbag.

15. My house is very neat and tidy (sad anal retentive person)

16. I iron bed sheets, underwear and tea towels so they fold up tidily in drawers ( see above)

17. I make my own bread

18. I really like knitting and can't watch telly unless I am knitting.

19. Clearly 15- 18 mean I am a major saddo!

20. I went to my first rock concert aged 13 - Queen at Bingley Hall, Stafford.

21. I haven't been to Glastonbury - not not recently, ever......

22. Reading at the moment - Witch Hunt by Ian Rankin

23. All the boys in my family seem to migrate to Africa; brother in Madagascar, cousin in Uganda, uncles in Ghana.

24. I prefer Asia to Africa - just a personal preference, Asia always feels like the future today.

25. I have really small, really wide feet - duck feet apparently! One of the guys I shared a flat with at Uni had hands bigger than my feet, which I found freaky.

" Oh Stop Being Such A Nob!"

To parphrase a recent exchange in correspondence with another solicitor;

Them "Your witness statements were one day late in the post, we're going to ask the court to say you can't use them. Na na na na na, and you smell!"

Lippy " Yes they were a day late, very sorry. However there is no trial date in sight, the court will allow us to use them, perhaps with a small costs penalty as it is in the clear interests of justice that they should do so. Haven't you got enough work to do? Love and kisses Lippy."

Yes there are technical points to be taken in legal cases and yes they are important for the fair and expenditious disposal of the case. But there are also jobsworth nobs with no brains working in law firms all around the country sending out stupid pointless letters at their client's expense!

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Fashion Trauma

I have now lost 16lbs on the diet since Christmas. And frankly chaps I am now a very odd shape. You see to put it bluntly all the weight has come off my bottom half, so i now have no arse and take size 12 jeans. My top half is still stubbornly a size 16. There are no clothes on this earth that fit this so called "figure".

I have two choices it seems. Carry on dieting to shrink the top half, or eat chocolate and grow my arse back.

I think for the sake of science I will go with option one just to see what happens.

I'll let you know!

Proper Nasty

I got a real proper poison pen letter in this morning's post. I suppose I should be flattered that someone is so scared of me acting for their opponent that they feel they have to write and warn me off. Although why telling my neighbours I'm a lesbian would be any sort of deterrent is a bit of a mystery..the fact that I have a husband and a child is clearly not conclusive but a 15 year lavender marriage, unless you are a Hollywood film star, it's a bit old hat these days surely.

The "we know where you live" and then putting in my address was scary though - so I have reported it to the police, and got an incident number. The local sarge is an old bf from school days ,

"you'll tell the court I'm not a lesbian won't you?"

"Well you weren't when I knew you when you were 19 but it all could have changed since then!"

The thing that has upset me most though (I know I shouldn't be upset but I am there it is) was the bit that said "Everyone knows you are crap in court, so why don't you just give up now" - although logically I suppose if I am well known for being that crap they could have saved themselves the price of a stamp!

Sunday, March 11, 2007

Between radio stardom and ovaries that tried to explode without leaving my body I did none of the actual legal work last week at all!

Crap! This means that in just under an hour I will be faced with piles of tettering paper where once there was a desk. Whey faced assistants, who tried to call my mobile (we don't have any mobile phone coverage at our house, that's one of the reasons why we bought it) couldn't get hold of me and then panicked and did something really dumb and probably expensive. On the other hand I can try to be sanguine and just think, well they only have another 16 weeks to learn to live without me permanently....and for four of those sixteen i'm on holiday hurrah!

On the other hand I'm sort of hoping that some of the clients will leave the firm and come with me to pastures new - so hopefully they haven't pissed off anyone who has any money!

There are things to look forward to however...there are three weeks left to work in March and then in April, I have three weeks leave! How cool is that!

One wedding, two fights and a girl's night in.

There was a fight at Liz Hurley's wedding. Well of course, every wedding worth it's salt has to have a fight, one of the bridesmaid's crying in the toilets and someone being sick in the bushes behind the marquee. Otherwise you're not really married. The optional extras are, the page boys sitting under tables drinking beer and the best man and the ushers passing round a roach but not realising the bride's mother has spotted them.

My wedding? It was long ago, but my littlest bridesmaid was so nervous she was sick on the best man while we were still in church signing the register...happy days.

The of course there is the honeymoon. Can't top my friend K whose husband booked them a single room in the local hotel for the first night of their honeymoon. Whilst some chewing gum rep from Biggleswade was holed up in the bridal suite. He has never, ever been allowed to forget that one. The husband not the Wrigley's rep.

I am not sure that the best thing to do after being ill for a week is to go round your mate's house, sink a bottle of Chardonnay and put the world to rights. But I did it anyway and feel quite a lot better this morning!

Thursday, March 08, 2007

Their knife in your glands!

Is it just me, or is it vaugley amusing that cosmetic surgeons in the UK are represented by an association for which the acronym is BAAPS*?

*British Association of Aesthetic Plastic Surgeons.

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Those more interesting than ourselves

Given that my blog has been so spectacularly crap of late, I feel it incumbent upon me to introduce you to someone who is actually worth reading.

Follow the link to meet my friend Joanne, I should say my learned friend Joanne, who is as fascinating to talk to in person as she is to read.

Medical thing..

Erm not quite sure how to put this - collapsed at work yesterday, mega gut pain, couldn't walk, threw up. Got to go to hospital for "investigations" today - will keep you posted.

Tuesday, March 06, 2007


I'm on the radio today talking about baliffs so to summarise;

1. The general rule is before someone you owe money to can send a baliff around to your house to take stuff away he must have a judgement from the court for the debt and a baliff's warrant.

2. The exceptions are councils (for council tax arrears) and the courts themselves - ie where a fine has not been paid.

3. A baliff must be a certified private baliff or an officer of the court (a county court baliff or high court enforcement officer -used to be called sherrif's officers in the high court)

4. A baliff cannot force entry to your home

5. He cannot levy (technical word for taking possession) against goods which are either the tools of your trade or required for your reasonable domestic needs.

6.If you refuse to let the baliff in the debt goes up expodentially - one client was late paying a £50 fine refused to let the baliffs in four times and ended up with an £800 bill!

7. Landlord's of commercial premises can (at the moment - pending the provisions of the new courts and tribunals act - send a certified baliff to premises to levy distraint for arrears of rent.

That's it really!

Monday, March 05, 2007

Dancing on Ice

Now Lee Sharpe has been kicked off "Dancing On Ice" a my Saturday nights will be lacking a certain lustful frission! OK,OK, he wasn't the greatest footballer who ever lived AND he went on Celebrity Love Island - but good grief he's sexy, smile to die for or what!

It is amusing to know that millions are voting for Emily just to piss Jason off!!!

I have tickets for the tour - the AB is my excuse but it's me who wants to go really.

Sunday, March 04, 2007

Auld Wrekie

In someways it's very odd to have the chronology of your life specified by geography as well. As I am on the brink of another move to another place I find myself thinking about the old places and one in particular.

1980 - 1984 : Edinburgh

As the University of Edinburgh frequently reminds me I am an alumnus and a life member of the general council of the University. At the time the University seemed to me to matter rather less than the fact of living in the city, drinking in Kays Bar and going to Murrayfield (didn't pay, mates dad had a debenture!). The day John Lennon got shot I was sitting eating my pie and beans in the Potterow bar wondering what the hell everyone was crying about. I was shocked when I left that the rest of my life wasn't immediatley that interesting and challenging. In an attempt to keep up the pace I promptly buggered off to Australia for two years but that's another story. Finally, 25 years after I went there I finally have a life that matches up, it took a bit of doing. Watching Richenbach Falls this week set me wondering, I haven't lived there for 23 years, haven't been back at all for the last 12 - could I even find my way around the place let alone recognise anything.

I think there has been a decision that we probably have to try! So flights to be booked, it's time for the AB to visit Scotland.

Saturday, March 03, 2007

Chinese Horoscope

Feb 8, 1902 to Jan 28, 1903
Feb 5, 1962 to Jan 24, 1963

Tiger people are sympathetic, kind, emotional, and sensitive. At movies, they can cry their eyes out! Despite their kindness, they can be extremely short-tempered. The rage of Tigers is terrible to behold but it also gives them the adrenaline needed for the sublimest of bravery. The Tiger is also a deep thinker and can make the most astonishing intellectual connections, with great mental agility. On the negative side, they tend to be suspicious and a bit self-centered, OK selfish, and indecisive. Above everything, however, the Tiger stands as a supreme emblem of protection over human life, admirable always.

Soup and Oolong Tea are among the keys to good health.( I knew there was a reason why the soup diet was working! ~ L)

Water Tigers do not go gently into the night. Full of intelligence bordering on genius, they imagine a beautiful world and know how to create it. Never liking to be alone, the gregarious Tigers surround themselves with loyal friends who lend their undying support. With such support, they can't help but prosper. A mercurial nature sometimes makes them antsy, impatient, and quarrelsome over little things. They do react very quickly, but also get over any ill feeling just as quickly. They are generally fair, humane, and quite reasonable in their dealings with people. They absolutely excel in the business world. Love for the Water Tiger is like a restless rogue, flitting about like a butterfly. You see, these Tigers are gypsies, always on the lookout for something better down the road, fickle to the core. Smart potential mates can catch them, however, and once this happens, Water Tigers are capable of experiencing the normal highs and lows of love.

Friday, March 02, 2007


I hadn't had a migraine for ages. Then yesterday one turned up that had the full works, flashing lights, nausea, dizziness and of course searing pain. Nature's way of telling you to stop doing whatever it is you are doing perhaps, but surely there are more subtle methods?

Now it feels as if I have a hangover - but it's only maigraine hangover

Thursday, March 01, 2007

Life with Lippy....

Listening to....Amy Winehouse; Stephen Fry reading the complete works of JK Rowling on a continuous loop. (The AB is 10)

Reading.....Ian Rankin. At least until Henning Mankell writes something new. Amazon failed to deliver John Peel's autobiography so off to the post office to pick up the stray parcel later.

Hotel Bablyon, Primeval, Lewis.

Drinking Merlot and Acai and Blueberry smoothies.

For exercise Dog walking, tap dancing, belly dancing (not all at the same time obviously!)

For supper tonight
Pheasant normandie with garlic potatoes and broccoli.

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