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Here's my desktop background for all those who are undoubtedly massively interested. I took this photo of my dog Jasper last spring but he's still dressed like this now.

Love Luigi and Jasper xxx

feel the love!

Well hello there.

Raz is away for a few days so I’m responsible for the blog until she gets back. I know, major responsibility, lets hope I can cope. Anyway I was reading The Times yesterday and came across the poor old dating column thing (lonely hearts is it?) and no, before you start feeling sympathetic, this isn’t leading to a confession that I was searching for a potential lover. I was amusing myself with the odd and slightly pitiable things people had written, my favourite being ‘well-trained, tall, attractive Libran looking for new Kennel. House trained and affectionate. Good coat and teeth, worth rescuing. 1950s model, Norfolk’, although I’m not sure whether it’s witty or just plain stupid. And so, because it’s free to place an ad (and because I thought it would be really quite funny) I decided I’d submit my own which goes something like this:

‘I like big butts on my ideal guys! Obese mama, 42, likes eating out, take away or even drive thru if that’s what you’re into. Seeks man with similar curves. If your BMI is 27+ call me now. Ldn/ Herts”

Now we wait for the people at The Times to publish this heart-wrenching plea for love.

Others I’d considered include:

‘Mr Muscle, bathroom cleaner and general do-gooder. Once I rescued a cat for Mrs Mc Ginty and won ‘most likely to rescue a cat’, in that order. I am in between jobs but on the plus side my mother's on her death bed. Helllllo inheritance. I’m 33 and weigh 109 pounds. S. Wales’ ....or ‘Jeckyll or Hyde? You decide. I am a kind hearted 47 year old male interested in gardening and volunteering. Sometimes I kill mice and sacrifice them to the devil but this is occasional. If you want a selfless, kind, split personality, wife beating, musical partner, I’m your guy!! Don’t f***ing call me on this number, many thanks. Glasgow.’

I would.

2 Girls 1 Cup - Ana's reaction

I'm sure you've all seen the video in question folks - it's pretty disgusting - but the reaction videos never fail to make me laugh. Here's our friend Ana's reaction. I forgot to put this up months ago but better late than never i guess. Enjoy.

2 girls 1 cup - Ana's reaction from Raz Barzinji on Vimeo.

Cool song I heard today

I´ll kill her from Joerg Barton on Vimeo.

nobody lost, nobody found

G’afternoon all!

So I am back in London after spending some weeks away on holidai, and, to be honest, I kind of want to emigrate. It’s not that I don’t like England – I’m sure everyone feels a little disheartened when they come back home after a great holiday – but I’m a bit bored of the same old same old, and London can only offer so much after nearly 16 years here. This outlook of change prompted me to consider my future, at which point I became depressed, as I still have no solid career plans and only one year at university left to decide. ARGHHHH. I’ve considered several possibilities including journalism and working in an embassy but neither have really got that massive appeal anymore. So, after much thought, I’ve decided it’s probably best to employ someone to determine what would be best for me in the employment field. Raz refused this position on the grounds that it was too boring and held much responsibility for her, so I’m instead going to shamelessly advertise here in the blog and probably also in some crappy paper like the London Lite/ Metro. Tube commuters know best and all that.
Here are my employable attributes:
1) I can read
2) I like most fruit bar watermelon and prunes (?)
3) I like to travel
4) I speak no Spanish
5) I can use Excel spreadsheets
6) I have a good sense of direction

That should be enough.
God help me.
Love from the one that ain’t Raz


p.s. please find attached my photo, I hope this furthers my job opportunities

Follower interest : Low

Either that or no one really cares about my latest poll. Just tryna get a rough idea about the state of our follower's humble abodes. So vote and don't lie.

Love y'all

It ain't Coca-Cola it's rice

I've been kinda bored recently. Gota a load of parcels from the web today - it's always exciting when your web orders arrive. I ripped through the packaging like some kinda cardboard-monster. I had some sorta allergic reaction to something i ate. Can't pinpoint which food exactly. It was either those Percy Pig and Pals sweets or Chicken Noodles - or maybe when the two are mixed - that's not to say i have some sorta sick food fetish - i just happened to have those two things one after the other. Well anyway it made my throat itchy and my tongue kinda got a bit swollen - not so swollen that i had trouble speaking - but it was slightly visible. I got all panicked cuz i thought that my throat would swell up so i wouldn't be able to breathe. I started reading all kinda bullshit on the net. Some person on a forum said that they woke up one morning with an itchy swollen jaw. This freaked me out. I didn't sleep very well that night. Understandeably the first thing i did when i got up that morning was touch my face to check i hadn't transformed into the Elephant Man overnight. I hadn't. That was a relief.
Enough allergy talk. I have decided to get back into swimming - actually scrap that - I have decided to get into swimming - i don't think i was ever into it. I haven't been near a pool since secondary school - so that's 4 years!!! Back then i only went cuz it was compulsory but still i managed to skip a lot of those classes - i should have won some sorta award for the amount of P.E notes i faked. It's kinda easier for girls with the whole period excuse - still, you can't exactly say that every week - God knows i tried. So yeh i went a bit mental with the swimming gear - i ordered goggles, caps, ear plugs - yeh i went all out. For the amount it's cost me I better like this whole water business. My friend kinda put me off the other day - telling me about a whole buncha people who had drowned. Talking of morbid circumstances - me and the fam went to eat out at some restaurant the other day and on the table behind us was a decent looking family - but their lunatic son kept going on about horrific injuries, murders and suicides. Bloody killed the whole mood. But the food there was effing ace so it made up for it. It's called Olive Tree and it's a Greek restaurant in Finsbury Park. Y'all should check it out. Anways folks that's all I have to say or more truthfully that's all i could be bothered to type.
Love Razzle x

Calcium is good for you