What a Vue!

Happy 18th Burpday to my other big little brother, David! I can't tell you how peeved I am to now be the smallest in the family. Ciaran Mackenzie, take heed: I will break those little legs of yours if you get taller than me. You have been warned. You'd better take up steroids, or start smoking. I believe they both stunt your growth! (Clearly I'm kidding, Ciaran!)

It has been another amazing weekend in Lancaster. The council organised a festival. It was no Glastonbury, but it was free and pretty cool. They've had comedians, stuntmen and live bands in Market Square all weekend. Also, a new 6 screen Vue cinema opened right in the middle of town. It takes about a minute to walk there from my flat and they have been giving out free popcorn all weekend! What a happy bunny I have been. Could life get any better? I am sooo looking forward to 'Talledega Nights' too. It has got Will Ferrell and Sacha Baron Cohen (aka Ali G) in it. You gotta love Will Ferrell.... and scotch. I like scotch, scotchy scotch scotch!

More on the dead rabbit saga

Today a little more of the dead rabbit mystery unravelled itself. There is a butcher's shop that backs onto the end of my street. This morning I saw two young farm lads hop out of a pick up truck and carry two crates of dead rabbits into the back of the shop. I hadn't even realised they sold rabbit in there. It's not really somewhere I go often! So, that explains the mystery a little, although I'm still not sure exactly why they would leave two bags of dead rabbits in an alley way. I did really want to ask them but was a bit scared they'd throw dead rabbit at me.

In other news, this morning they started digging up my street at 7.30. How very dare they! They would pick the only morning I get to have a lie in this week. Ya boo sucks to them. I'm sure there are laws about that sort of thing. It's normally such a pretty street and it looks ugly now. I hope they finish soon. I'm not even sure what they are doing. I consoled myself by eating toast in bed whilst watching 'Everybody Loves Raymond' and 'Will and Grace' on full volume. That showed them!

Finally, on a happier note, my friend Dave altered a picture of Schnarf to create.... [*fanfare*]... Danger Cat! How cool is that!?! Thanks Dave. Scharf loves it! I just hope she's not going to insist I buy her a cape now.

Fox in socks

I feel like now is a good time to get everything out in the open. I might as well do it whilst this chapter of weirdness is open. Then we can close the book on this whole ugly business and move on to pastures greener and less freaky.

So, here goes. I also didn't use to beleive in foxes. I did, however, believe I was a fairy. I believed it so much that I even ate acorns, which I was led to believe were a staple part of a fairy's diet. I was sick. Then I realised I wasn't a fairy. You'll be glad to know that I have also since realised that foxes are in fact real animals. I still have my doubts about duck billed platypus though.

It's not just socks!

Ok, so I might need to give some explanation as to the odd sock thing. I can't wear odd socks. That's not all though, I can't use cutlery that doesn't match either. If I have Skittles or Starburst (pretty much the only vegan sweeties I get) I have to take them all out of the packet and eat them until there is the same number of each colour left. Then I eat one of each colour in the reverse order of my favourites until there is only one left in my favourite colour. Strange, I know, but that's just the way it is. I can't be the only one with weird little habbits, can I?

Abduction of the strangest kind

First things first: happy 22nd birthday to my lovely big little brother John! Man, that makes me feel old!

Second, can anyone explain this to me...

My house is full of lighters. They are all over the place. They may even be breeding. Neither me nor Matt have bought a lighter in about three years, yet they appear in my house like stealth ninjas at a sneaking conference.

On the flip side, where have all my teaspoons and socks gone? I had about 20 teaspoons and now I only have 3. I also have an entire bag of odd socks that once had partners, but now are lonely. One thing you should know about me is that I can't wear odd socks. It freaks me out and makes me feel uneasy. Don't ask for an explanation. Anyhoo, this bag of little lost socks are pointless and wish to know where their friends have gone. Were they abducted by the teaspoons? Maybe the lighters are working with the teaspoons in an evil plot. Whilst the new lighter creates a diversion, the teaspoon sneaks out of the front door taking with it as many odd socks as it can. Or maybe the socks are to blame. Hhhmmmmm..... confusing.

Wakey wakey

Three ways I have been woken up this week:

1) naughty kitty biting my toes

2) naughty kitty licking my face

3) naughty kitty scratching my nose

Thanks for that naughty kitty. As if it isn't bad enough having to share my pillow with you!

I needed some space

I got myself a space at 'myspace'. As I have decided to use it as my screen name, now seems like a good time to explain the 'Lemon Catherine' thing. When I was about 3 my favourite colour was yellow, lemon yellow in particular. As a result I decided to start calling myself and every single one of my teddies Lemon Catherine'. Imagine my joy when my Mum retold this story to the 9 other peolple I shared a corridor with in halls at uni. Thanks Mum. So, rather than trying to convince the earth to open up and swallow me I have decided to hop on the lemon wagon and embrace the name. Hi, my name is Catherine, Lemon Catherine. At least it's not Ethel.

Dead rabbit day

There are two bags of dead rabbits in the alleyway at the end of my road. Why? Why would anyone feel the need to leave dead rabbits lying around? Weirdos. That's all folks....