British citizenship tests

No, not a political post, but a comic one. The government's on the cusp of releasing - or has already released - a new test for immigrants to take. Needless to say, I took it and failed! I am not sure quite why knowing when British women gained the right to divorce their husbands is an essential requirement in this country, but that's enough sour grapes from me, eh? ;-) No, the real reason I've called you all here to the Accusing Parlour (ooh, I might consider renaming this place, if I wasn't sure that some Futurama buff must have used that as a blog-name already), is for you to take the test compiled by more amusing chaps. Needless to say, I failed the gag test, too. Oy. My knowledge of pop culture is as bad as my ability to recall the date of the first census in the UK. That last being all the more embarrassing as Mum's always researching genealogical things. I should really have absorbed it by osmosis already.

I have been keeping odd hours lately to ensure I can access Dad's PC. Hotmail and other things don't work on this wee doohickey, as I've previously lamented. So last night I dozed off for a bit, which prevented me from finishing Over the Top. Then two friends came round, and we watched Casino, which two of us quite liked. B wasn't so keen, feeling the violence excessive. I have to admit that this is not the first violent Joe Pesci Mob Movie I've seen, so I might be a little accustomed to the idea. We all agreed that these films tend toward the lengthy. Then I introduced them to a mint julep recipe I hoped to make in a few weeks' time, and it received their seal of approval. So it's definitely going to make an appearance. The internet has advised me to use spearmint, but since I can't see any of that in local supermarkets, regular mint it will have to be. It seems fine thus.

After that, I was pretty exhausted, and just dropped into bed. I don't know why, but it takes me forever to get to sleep these days, so I tossed and turned for half an hour or so. Anyway, I woke up this morning and saw an email answering some questions I'd asked, and I have since been in such a cheerful mood that I have been unable to concentrate properly on the rules! I'm not counting chickens prior to hatching, but I am remarking on the quality of the eggs! I'm going to go have a poke at painting the secret project in a minute, as I can probably make myself do something physical, even if I can't concentrate with my thinky-bits. Pictures of it later, perhaps.