Chez Spud

Hello…the Grudge Book (TM) has competition. Look at this, a fabulous late birthday present…a most splendid notebook called ‘Fuck you and your blog’ where those passive aggressives amongst us are encouraged to write down their venting ‘n’ ranting rather than vent their spleen on the internodes. ‘Comments on this post are now closed’ is printed [...]

Mr Diggy had his first ‘proper’ haircut today. I’m not counting the random chopping I’ve done over the last few months. But his lovely curls had gone from angelic to dragged-through-a-hedge-backwards and it was time to call in the The Professionals.
So I hauled myself out of my sick bed, and dragged those Megaboys to the [...]

A mere 17 hours after I received A Sign that I should blow a load of cash on a new camera…she arrived. And here she is, my [not very] little bundle of joy….my D700 accessorised with a Big Fat Lens.
Since the incident of the Disappearing Wig back in the summer, Andy the Postman can’t be [...]

I got a present today. A present from me for me. A Self-Present. No reason really, I pretended it was a ‘Well done Spud on your new job, From Spud xx’ present but really it was a ‘just because’ kind of gift. I’m OK with that…I come from a long line of Self-Presenters, well my [...]

Well I did my storyboards for my Grandad’s birthday tomorrow. The top is is ‘September in the garden’, all taken in our garden yesterday and the bottom one is self-explanatory. They didn’t exactly turn out as planned, I wish I’d had more time to consider which shots to put in. Plus, I should learn how [...]

I accidentally ‘fell’ in to the Crumpler store in London this week and was forced, against my will, to buy stuff. Don’t you just hate it when that happens? You’re skipping along the pavement thinking happy thoughts when BAMMM, a vortex engulfs you and twirls you in to a store where elves and pixies relieve [...]

Oh my happiness is complete! Turns out my Grudge Book (TM, patent pending) concept has gone forth and spawned an evil twin: the Shit List pad, made by those clever peeps at Knock Knock. On reflection, I still prefer my freeflowing Grudge Book format which allows for creative Grudging, unconstrained by lists, scores and tick [...]

Final treasure…my pink, moire silk Anya Hindmarch shoes. I doubt I will ever wear these again as they are too high for me these days thus, in theory, they could be left to burn in the imaginary house fire. But they are so elegant and are beautifully made, so I might have to brave the [...]

Ah my lovely, if rather neglected piano. My parents bought this for me when I was a teenager. We pooled our Christmas money from my grandmother, and pennies were pinched and savings made to find the money to buy this super reconditioned Mickleburgh upright.
I was a latecomer to piano playing, I didn’t start until I [...]

I love love LOVE this headdress, I keep it on display in my china cupboard with a few other pieces of ghastly tat cherished items. I should probably get it mounted and framed or something but, ssshhh, sometimes I like to put it on and prance about a bit. I’m a big fat show off [...]