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Bits and That

I’ve been lacking in blogging mojo since my birthday, and it SUCKS. Theres been things happening, and I just can’t put it as a blog post. Hmm. So here are all the little bits all gathered up together for your entertainment. Hopefully.

I went to Primark to look for some new work clothes, I came out with three dresses, a skirt, a cardi (exactly the same as one I already had and lost between Bristol and Chester while going to my sisters wedding), three pairs of wooly tights (so much love for them) and some over knee socks (which actually fit my legs. If only I could wear them out the house)

Mmm, so much food. L-R, we have one of the limited edition cookies and creme Krispy Kreme (YUM), a Verve set with two glasses (I’d like this please, thanks), real American Mountain Dew (delicious chemicals), Dominos (it was cold, because the people who run our local franchise are actually stupid) pizza of half New Yorker and half Texas BBQ which created a meat mountain (I wasn’t allowed a veggie half) and our booze cupboard with 4 different gins.

This is the sight I wake up to on a weekend morning – the dog lying on my chest staring at me. Its quite creepy. Also, heres why I try to schedule any parcels to come at the weekend – because the dog has a bit of a thing for shredding things that you want, like magazines and “Sorry You Were Out” cards. Ugh.

Finally, I dyed my hair! Its darker than this at the moment, but its…nice. I think. Everyone says it suits me, but I’m still not used to it – I go to the bathroom at work and shock myself with my reflection!

So how are you?

Sadly, They Don’t Drink It In The Congo. I Checked.

Blue Smarties
Blue Smarties

Remember back in the good old days, when you had certain friends that weren’t allowed to have certain foods (blue Smarties anyone?) because it sent them hyper?

(My mum always told us that the blue Smarties were her favourite, so she’d nick them all off us, but after writing that last paragraph, I’m suspicious!)

The reason why was that those foods were full of e-numbers. Delicious e-numbers.

Um Bongo used to be chock full of e-numbers and additives. Back in my first year of Uni, I’d buy Um Bongo and Love Hearts from the vending machine outside A12 Hugh Owen and eat them quickly before EC105 Economic Principles with the demon bunny man (just don’t ask, its much more easier that way) as it was the best way to at least look like I was paying attention.

The Wife (back then just known as LouLouPie or just PIE!) eventually banned these foods because the sight of me going EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE at 9am in a lecture hall was apparently a bit odd.

Um Bongo then seemed to disappear from the shelves in the supermarket, which I was most upset by. Perhaps it was my fault for not drinking enough!

Fast forward to this weekend. The Wife and I went food shopping together when I spotted this on a shelf in Tesco:

Glee! Um Bongo had returned, triumphant. The Wife tried to stop me from buying it, but then remembered that she was going to drop me off at the house anyway before fleeing to do her laundry. (I’d love to say that this was a sure sign of us getting old, but we would have done exactly the same 7 years ago)

I got in, and eagerly drank a carton in about 8 seconds. And waited. Where was the sugar rush? Where was the running around like a loon that would eventually end 4 mintues 28 seconds later by me collapsing on the sofa and not moving for a few hours.

I turned the carton around.

Are you crazy? UM BONGO NEVER HAD FRUIT JUICE IN IT! It was all colours and flavours and a bit of water. Mmm.

Apparently, the old version is being released to be targetted towards the adults like me who have fond tasty memories of it. If anyone sees these bottled versions, can you send me a crate, stat? I’ve got some stuff to do, and drinking this non stop would really help me get things done. Ta.

My Love For Febo

I may have told some of you before about this place, but when I was in Utrecht a few years ago, my dad showed me a shop front that fasinated me. It was a Febo shop, and it was a open front building with walls with little boxes in that were heated.

Inside each of these boxes was an item of food, and you dropped in some change into the relevant slot, opened the box and ate your delicious hot thing. (Since my Dutch wasn’t very good, it was quite a lucky dip as to what you got.) My dad and I would have been quite happy to have stayed there all night (it beats Chick o land in Chester anyway!) but my mum wanted to go somewhere else.

We went again to Utrecht last August, and we were able to go to Febo as much as we liked.  I think we went to four of them in Amsterdam alone.

The reason for this post is because whilst reminding myself about how awesome it is, I found that there will soon be a Febo clone, Bamn, opening in New York City. (Another reason to go to NYC!) Banm seems to be getting quite a bit of press at the moment – what if someone wants to copy their idea and bring it to the UK? Late night munchies may never be the same again (and it would be much better than having to go to Pizza Palace (although we do love the hot and spicy pizzas))

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