Last night me and my little sister got crafty and made some old t-shirts into halternecks. But first we stuffed ourselves with tapas.

My sister revamped her MCR shirt and I did on old Buzzcocks one.
When I bought that shirt at the Buzzcocks show in Belfast in 2003 a guy with a Manchester accent tried to hit on me. It wasn't until the band went on stage that I realised that the guy was Buzzcocks bass player. I think I still have the ticket stub somewhere. It was a great show, but me and Cormac stayed on the balcony so we wouldn't get crushed by the 40-year old punks who were re-living their prime in front of the stage. Good times.

I had planned to make some other old t-shirts into pillows, but our old sewing machine from the 1970s has finally given up. Not only does it munch up the thread, but it makes all the stitches super-small and wonky. Darn! So the pillows will just have to wait.

But the bananas have been on their best behaviour this week. Good work bananas!

Why do I always seem to end up with the burglar-proof bananas?
By the time I've managed to get the little bastards open half the banana is mush. We get boxes of fruit at work, and my co-workers always seem to get the user friendly bananas while I get the stubborn hell-no-I-ain't-gonna-open ones.

Maybe it's because they know I am a vegetarian. I eat way more fruit and vegetables than the other omnivores, so therefore I seem like a bigger threat to the bananas?