An explaination.

I have been attempting to begin a blog for quite some time now. I think about it and I decide oh hey lets make a blog, and then I sign in to my gmail account, I go to blogs and I say ok start my blog now! Then it asks for the name of my blog. Usually I then stare at the screen for about an hour before giving up. I can't think of a name for the stupid thing, and you can't go any further without one. This has been going on for months, and it was starting to become annoying. I wanted to write a blog about many things. About my love of books, mostly in the Urban Fantasy, Paranormal Romance, Horror, etc genres. About my crazy ways of relating Buffy the Vampire Slayer to real life. About my baking experiments, because I like to bake. Also I am a designer/maker who is attempting to sell things at craft fairs, and online (www.folksy.com/shops/annalou56). So I thought I could use a blog to tell the world about what I make (mostly its things I would like to buy, every time I make a new handbag design the prototype goes straight into rotation as my current bag of choice).

I'm getting off the point here. Yes, an explaination of the title of this blog. About a month ago my best friends and I went out to a nearby town for a bit of a drinking session. It started out as a simple pub outing, then I made a stupid comment about believing alcohol didn't work on me anymore. This was seen by my friend as a challenge, and as a result lots and lots more drinking ensued (and then there was more drinking, and then it was 1am, and there was a parking cone, and pizza and dragging around of mattresses, it was certainly interesting). At one point we ended up in a particular pub which holds memories of earlier drinking exploits. Mostly that on one night, years ago, me and these best friends of mine were out drinking (which I assure you we don't do all the time!) and there was some special offer on silly alcopop things. Buy one get one free or something, on fruit alcopops. But of course, being terribly fussy about what I drink I wanted the blue flavour, so I marched up to the bar and asked for two blue alcopops (god only knows what flavour they were supposed to be!). The bar person then asked me to pay for them both, but I pointed out the buy one get one free sign, and he said "Blue is not a fruit." Its true, its not. But being drunk already I (and my friends) found this terribly amusing, and slightly confusing, and every time we go to that pub, or indeed to that town, we remember, and laugh.

So why is that the title of my blog? Because I think it works. Its quite me I suppose. Ok?

Now the next time I begin this silly ramble of a blog I shall talk about something proper. Like why Xander should always be a pirate. And monkey pants, and a coup at the zoo.