A Trouble Shared is a Trouble Halved

Or so they say.   Frankly that's not universally true, but don't blame me I didn't write the damned maxim.

Anyway, since I was convinced to try out this LiveJournal thing I've been having a nice look around.  But I can't find a colour scheme for my page that I really love.  I've tried a few and really can't find something that suits me perfectly.

So I thought I'd open up the discussion to the world at large.  My priorities would be

1.  Relatively uncluttered - I don't want boxes round everything
2. Any images/design features should be tastefully incorporated
3.  I quite like the Tag cloud thing rather than a simple list
4.  Blues rather than pinks if either need to be included...
5.  I prefer dark text on light background to the reverse

So... any ideas or suggestions for themes?  All comments gratefully received.

Writer's Block: Down on Memory Lane

[Error: unknown template qotd]I have no idea how old I was, but I remember it vividly and have always identified this as my earliest memory.  I was certainly quite a small Finn at the time, and probably devastatingly cute.

My mother was talking in the living room, to a friend of hers (I believe a neighbour) who had popped in to visit.  I remember walking downstairs and thinking at the time that I shouldn't be able to do that.  In hindsight I think the gate-thing on my bedroom door must have been left ajar.  And I remember that I really really wanted to eat an orange.

I have no idea why.

I got downstairs and turned right, into our living room.  My mother was talking away to this friend of hers.  It must have been a very involving conversation as neither seemed to notice me.  So I simply wandered through into the kitchen and helped myself to an orange from the fruitbowl in there.   I recall being frustrated that I couldn't peel it with my fingers so I just bit into the skin as I walked back into the living room.

Bitter.  I remember how bitter the orange-peel was, and as I came in the room I must have made some noise of dismay at the taste and my mother's friend was so startled she physically jerked and spilled her tea.  I think I got a telling off, because I can dimly remember protesting 'I just wanted an orange'.   As it turned out, I didn't.  The taste made me sick.  Never been that big a fan of them ever since...