In her agony column for the Observer, the fair Ms. Frostrup addresses the following problem:
The dilemma: I have had a long-time interest in beekeeping. Unfortunately I have a mortal fear of bees (and similar stinging insects), and neither my partner nor I enjoy the taste of honey, rendering the material benefits of keeping bees somewhat moot. I have read a great deal of books on the subject and have yet to determine just why I am so fascinated by this most peculiar hobby – though I do quite enjoy watching beekeepers remove the honeycomb frame from an apiary, as I find it quite relaxing. It has got to the point where it is affecting my marriage, as my partner is entirely unsympathetic to what she describes as an “obsession”. I tend to spend most evenings reading apiarist manuals and commenting on beekeeping forums on the net, to the detriment of our sex life. I am interested in sex, but at this point I am more interested in bees. Is this kind of relationship normal? How can I bring my partner round to enjoying my interest in beekeeping with me?
It seems to me that this must be a joke. You may see the reply here, should you so wish.
And tonight’s fresh from the blogroll links for your delectation:
Townmouse used to be a city girl and she wrote about her daily London commute on a bicycle. Then she moved to the middle of nowhere and now she writes about the weather. It’s a lot more entertaining than it sounds.
Remember in an earlier post I gave you a link describing various different European institutions and how some are EU and, crucially, some are not. I think that, if the man from the Daily Mail had known that, he could, at the very least have spared himself from Jon’s ire.
Very European tonight, but this is a hilarious account of the consequences of Lisbon Treaty ratification in the UK. Frankly these are not words you see juxtaposed frequently.
My esteemed sister-in-law has decided to join in the Nablopomo thingamajig. She is not a frequent blogger, so she needs all the encouragement she can get to survive this marathon. And she is funny, consider her commute home.
Like many another, I love the sartorialist. He photographs people on the street wearing interesting and clever clothes. I find this a very inspiring blog and am always sizing people up to see whether they could go on it. What amazes me is how shoes so often make the outfit. I lalways have to scroll down to see the bottom of the pictures and it is extraordinary how often shoes make the look and tie everything together. Like here.
I can’t help feeling that Mr. Godin’s advice to marketers might also be applied to the Irish population as the economic crisis continues unabated.
I know I already linked to the bad writing blog but this gave me my biggest laugh of today.
A nice post from Charlotte on the joy of less formality at work.
Look, a writing competition for your blog posting. Since we’re all NaBloPoMoing anyway, you might as well give it a go.
More links tomorrow, if I’m feeling strong.