Karen Schlegel

As I’m sure you’re all aware, I am now the exceptionally proud owner of an antique typewriter, courtesy of my rather wonderful brother and sister… Not unlike (but not exactly the same as) the one below.

Obviously I have to start using it, preferably for doing things like writing to the Financial Times (might need to step up the intelligence a bit there though.)

Really the purpose of this blog is to ask for suggestions for what I should use it for… crime writing? I do love jessica fletcher (what recent graduate doesnt) But obviously I need other uses!

Answers on a comment please…

I feel after admitting to the class my strange fondness of James Martin, I should possibly explain.

The simple explanation is he’s from Yorkshire, he rides a motorbike, and, most of all, he can cook!

However, it is more complicated than that.  The fact is that I love food, I love cooking, I watch cookery programmes like noone else my age.  If I had more money for food, I would be the size of a house.  My flatmate has likened me to ’someone’s mum’ for these features of my everyay life.

Because of this, I suppose it’s normal that, spending this much time with ‘people’ (TV Chefs) I should have a favourite.  Lets look at my other options:

I don’t actively dislike him, just am slightly perturbed by him.

I will never understand why he feels the need to take his top off on every show.  I swear a lot, but nothing compared to him.  I do like Kitchen Nightmares, but not for him, for the other numpties on the programme. 

I think I’ve made my point.  As he would say… Done. (Idiot)

I didn’t see her last programme, but apparently it involved tinned things and instant mash.  If this was the case, then I would rather see my granny on telly.  She’s nicer, more sincere, and doesn’t have such strange hands (sausage fingers shouldn’t really have that much camera time…)

Can you understand slightly more why I love James Martin?  Just, whatever you do, don’t mention Strictly Come Dancing.  I’ve managed to block this out of my memories somehow.

Enjoy…