Daft clothing

I mean, seriously. If you saw someone like this when you were out doing the shopping on an otherwise grey and gloomy day, wouldn’t it brighten up your world?


It just makes me happy.


Finding interesting Siirup flavours

I have not made a secret of the fact that I love going to new supermarkets and seeing all sorts of new weird and wonderful products. I have also previously stated my love of Siirup, Estonia’s equivalent of “squash” juice or “dilutin'” as my family have always called it.

Imagine my delight, therefore, when I was browsing through a previously unexplored supermarket today and came across shelves and shelves and shelves of Siirup… all sorts of new flavours I’d never seen before! Hurrah!

I now have a collection of Siirups to drink when the notion takes me, much as normal people might have, say, a selection of fine wines.


From left to right, the flavours are blueberry, lime and apple, raspberry and redcurrant, pear, and pomegranate. Other flavours I’ve had include tropical mix, lime, strawberry, cherry, cola, and orange, and who knows how many others are lurking in various supermarkets across the land?

It just makes me happy.

Cadbury’s Creme Eggs

I cannot accurately describe the feeling of pleasure that a Cadbury’s Creme Egg can bring.

I tried to, once, in this post on my “real” blog, saying:

The most positive thing I have encountered during the flurry of negative feelings is, without a shadow of doubt, the Cadbury’s Creme Egg. Pessimism is impossible when you’ve just hollowed out the egg and, in the midst of the ensuing sugar rush, placed the chocolate shell in its entirety into your mouth. There are no words. Mainly because it’s difficult to speak with an entire Creme Egg in your mouth.

The shops in the UK sell Creme Eggs most of the year round. They’re meant to be Easter products, you see, so they generally appear in the shops just before Easter (i.e. in December) and disappear again when Easter is over (around August).  There is rarely a Creme Egg shortage. Zed and I practically lived on them for about three months around Easter last year. It is impossible to eat a Creme Egg without saying “Mmmmm” a lot. We used to sit opposite each other and eat our Creme Eggs with dedicated concentration, looking at each other and Mmmmm-ing, which alarmed He Who Brought The Coffee when he happened to walk in on us one day.

There is a lot of controversy about how one should consume a Creme Egg. They made a huge advertising campaign out of this in the 90s, with ads like this one with Matt Lucas. It’s one of those rare occasions when a product’s advertising slogan genuinely is a commonly asked question. “How do you eat yours?” is a perfectly acceptable – and even expected – thing to ask someone as far as Creme Eggs are concerned.

Personally, I feel that it is Just Plain Wrong to eat a Creme Egg all in one go. That would be like drinking your first cappuccino of the day without taking the time to breathe in the rich aroma and lick off a bit of the foam before taking a blissful first sip. No, I am a strong advocate of the Scoop and Lick method – which basically involves biting the top off and carefully eating all the creamy filling. When I was younger, my mum used to give me a tiny little eggspoon to scoop it out; now that I’m all grown up, I use, erm, my little finger.

You scoop it all out, licking it off your finger, and eventually get any remaining bits with your tongue. I never said this was a dignified procedure. Once you’ve cleaned out the chocolate shell, you put the whole thing in your mouth and let it melt for a while before going “Grooooooggggghhhh” (delerious sugar-high-followed-by-chocolate-rush noise; difficult to translate) and finishing it off. That is how I eat mine.

Did I mention that I’m living in Estonia now, and there is no Cadbury’s chocolate to be found anywhere, anywhere, anywhere? Not a Creme Egg in sight. Fortunately Riho was in England the other week, and I was delighted when he returned with a bagful of Cadbury treats for me. Including two Creme Eggs. I did some shrieking and squealing and happy dancing, and then settled down to demolish one of them. He may have regretted his choice of gift, actually – there was a distinct look of horror on his face as he watched me setting about the serious business of Scooping and Licking. It always seemed to be acceptable when I was six.

Anyway. I have been putting off eating the other one because, let’s face it, who knows how long it’ll be before I get to have another? But for now, I’m going to focus on the positives and savour my Creme Egg.

It just makes me happy.

Watching a new episode of The Office

Some favourite quotes from the show:

Dwight: Security in this office park is a joke. Last year I came to work with my spud gun in a duffel bag. I sat at my desk all day with a rifle that shoots potatoes at 60 pounds per square inch. Can you imagine if I were deranged?

Michael: Computers… computers are about trying to murder you in a lake.

Michael: When I said that I was king of forwards, you got to understand that I don’t come up with this stuff. I just forward it along. You wouldn’t arrest a guy who was just passing drugs from one guy to another.

[Michael reads off complaints filed by Dwight]
Michael Scott: OK, so Dwight, in your own words: “Someone replaced all my pens and pencils with crayons. I suspect Jim Halpert.”
Michael Scott: Everyone has called me “Dwayne” all day. I think Jim Halpert paid them to.
Jim Halpert: [to camera, laughs] Yes. Five bucks each, and it was totally worth it.
Michael Scott: This morning, I found a bloody glove in my desk drawer, and Jim Halpert tried to convince me I committed murder. I think he may be the real murderer.
Michael Scott: Jim Halpert said there was an abandoned infant in the women’s room, when I went to save the child, I saw Meredith on the can.
Michael Scott: This morning, I hit myself in the head with my phone.
Jim Halpert: [to camera] That actually took a while. I had to put- uh, more and more nickels into his handset until he got used to the weight, and then I just took them all out.
Michael Scott: Every time I typed my name, it said “Diapers”.
Jim Halpert: [to camera] Just a simple macro. You know, these actually don’t sound that funny, one after another. But he does deserve it, though.
Michael Scott: By the end of the day, my desk was about two feet closer to the copier.
Jim Halpert: [to camera] Yeah, I just moved it an inch every time he went to the bathroom. And that’s… how I spent the entire day, that day.

I know that there are many, many more profound things in life. I do know that.

But watching a new episode of The Office, and laughing till I cry at Michael’s philosophies, Dwight’s insanity, and Jim’s blank expressions… it just makes me happy.