The sweet taste of ambrosia

So I bunked off school yesterday and Jed came round with 6 Seville Oranges and a lemon and 2 kilos of sugar and some string and some muslin and we made loads of marmalade. That was cool, a big boiling pan of sugary orange stuff all frothing up and then turning into marmalade. We now have six jars worth of the stuff, and we might do a second batch tomorrow. When it goes all yellow and frothy and you stir it, it all swooshes up and scalds you on your hand with hot molten orangey sugar. It's amazing. And so we can have home made marmalade on our home made bread (turned into home made toast) but unfortunately with our Waitrose butter. I'm gonna go buy me a churn.

Ohhh, and it looks like Can't Snorkel might be headlining in the fair city of Brighton and Hovis. Heck yeah! It'll be our first ever gig outside the Hertfordshire area, and it's going to be a laugh and a half. So I'm going to be standing in the cold sticking posters up at some point. Just think, there's a whole generation of kids in Brighton who have never had the joy of singing along to "I'd rather have a hyperactive skinny girl than a big man (but a big man will do)". For shame!

Click click click. Charlotte Perkins Gilman kicks ass. Not only did she write The Yellow Wallpaper, but she also wrote a science fiction book called Herland about a world populated solely by women. Much as I try to steer well clear of actually studying feminism, that doesn't mean it's not cool. Heck no.