I'm doing Yoga!

Yeah, true, and it's good fun - well, might be the fact that I was doing it at the beach?

Anyway, we're doing fine here, it's awesome, love it! Weird sleeping patterns now - I get up between 7 and 8am (!), go for a run with the dogs, do some yoga and then veg out at the pool for a bit... By 10pm I'm knackered and by 11 I'm asleep.

I just hope I'll be batting as usual soon again, can't go forever like that - where's my drinks, my dope, my fun? ;-)

Right, bloody french keyboard drives me mad - end of.

And Off We Go!

So, this is it for a while - I'm off for a holiday in South of France! Villa, pool, garden, the dogs, table tennis, the river with a famous bridge nearby and about an hour drive from the sea with a skinny dip beach.

I pack my bag with prezzies for my mates I'm going to meet there (the rest of them comes with me from England), the number for a coke dealer in a village a few miles from where we stay, a carton of fags and no bleedin' thoughts of work, bills to pay or other responsibilities!

End of - see ya!

Bunny Boiler

Oh, yeah, thanks for that - just for the records - I'm NOT one of those...

Reference Requests

So, I was a bit (just a wee bit) worried about the reference stuff... as I've signed the new contract I was asked to provide references, and I was sure they'd be alright, sort of, but I didn't expect THAT...

... my lovely ex-boss not only filled and returned the form within hours, nonono, I got a blind copy of it, guys, I'm sitting here with red ears, literally - I'm so... lost for words now. How cute is that! I knew we had a pretty good working relationship and that, but hey - this is bleeding excellent. I mean, knowing that your work is very much appreciated, wow, my a.r.s.e.!

Right, off we trot - another meeting (urgs).

Religious Beliefs

(anyone noticed I'm bored today?)

So, I've found my religion, finally, and proudly announce I'm about to join the FSM. Wherelse can I get a stripper factory and a beer volcano in heaven? See.

EDIT: If you could do with some spare cash (or you're a hardcore catalyst, ehrm, catholist), then you might want to enter the big challenge.

Who The Fuck Is Gucci?

Right, I'm turning into this weird person again...

... now, mates tell me I'm confident, clever, rational - as it should be. But my friends know I'm not (well still clever, sometimes). I'm well irrational as soon as something really bothers me. It seems there's an important part in my brain responsible for fucking up things.

So let's get that straight, shall we - take the weakest, most irrational thinking person with the lowest self-esteem you know. And then multiply this by... any 6-digit-figure. That's me. On a good day.

Or it's just the second day after a bender. It probably is. Relax!

urgh...

So I was dreaming of getting married last night - now that's what I call a nightmare...

... nice dress, no shoes (?), the groom wearing high heels and black lipstick (no, it wasn't Marylin Manson), and the whole thing happening in Shepherds Bush, right on the common... Analyse that!

Thought of the Day

You read about all these Terrorists, and most of them came here legally, but they hung aroundon these expired visas, some as long as 10-15 years. Now, compare that to Blockbuster: you are two days late with a video and those people are all over you. I think we should put Blockbuster in charge of Immigration & Homeland Security.......

Tired?

Ooooh yes - made it to bed after 4am this morning and had the alarm clock screaming right next to my ear at 8am. So, as a quick wrap-up (wrap is the right word, indeed) - surf and turf until 2, first attempt to sleep, some more fags till 3, 2nd attempt to sleep, late-night sausages at 4, 3rd and last attempt to sleep - me ending up knocking myself off by banging my head against the wall (I had a headache anyway)...

It's good to be home again!

I've cleaned up the mess :-)

I'm bit confused tho (watch the time)... Not sure what's going on with this bloke I recently met in Birmingham, ah well - I could probably ask? But anyway, I'll be well busy this week to get my successor sorted, and then I'll be away for a lazy week in South of France - smashin'!! I'm so much looking forward to have a few days off, get a tan and - surprise, surprise - getting twatted!

So I reckon it won't do any harm to get my head thinking of something else, fingers crossed I'll manage that, and check on it once I'm back. Argh... Shit... I'm really crap with that - I tend to want everything right now. Well then, another lesson to be learnt in being patient, great. Will keep you informed (I just know I will fuck it up...).

Oh FUUUUUUUUCK

Just got home, it's 1am and the flat's a fuckin mess, for fuck's sake! I fuckin hate it! But the worst - there's still the mirror, but no Charlie left. ARGH! Off to bed. Bollocks.

Firewire II

Ha! I'm cleverer than this stupid piece of Digital Camera!

Chuck in a 256MB SD Card, export all movies onto the card and then copy the card - easy as! Got all the super8 films from 1977 (!) on CD and will take it home, yay - my first skinny dip vid :-)

Home Sweet Home

Well, guess what... It's pants! Although I really do enjoy seeing my mates and my family again, I keep thinking of home (which is where my heart is, home, England). Peeps keep yelling me to take me out - V-Fest, BBQs, SW4 next week... argh! I feel bit bad but I really miss home! Better go out now to get hammered.

Firewire

Gosh, gis a drink!

Right, my dad's been a filmer all his life, so we have tons of old V8-films lying around... the old projector is dying, well at least parts of it, and we've been well creative to get spare parts. But... Time takes its toll, so my dad's decided there must be a possibility convert the analog V8 into undying digital... something.

That's were I come in... Possible indeed. So he's got the old projector, a mirror, a milky glass and his new Panasonic DigiCam. See the picture? Good. Now, my mum's notebook has a zillion USB plugs, but no firewire. And the firewire I need to copy the mpeg4-vids on the laptop. Bloody USB only gets out pictures, say jpgs, and if I do intervall copies, the shortest I can do is 10secs (and I'd need about 1/10 to 1/4 secs interval to get a half decent film).

Soooo... I'll take the DV casette to my mates and let them do the work. Excellent. It just means that they will see me naked! At the age of 8 weeks, that is.

Sweeeess Dreams

How weird was that! I moved into my old (childhood) room, all in - telly, sofa, bed, stereo... Haven't slept that good in ages, yay! Just fixing me mum's notebook (again), something I have to do everytime I get back from wherever I'm living. Cheers, it's so fkd up again... Off for a fag, then for a walk (the forests start just behind the house) with the dog (my neighbour's) - don't miss the Big Smoke, not a bit! Yet...

80% Success Rate!

... if you consider "missing your flight home" as a success, that is...

After last night's massive piss-up at our local, I detonated in bed around 1am and clearly (blurred) remember setting the alarm for 3am as I still had to pack and that. So... I woke up at 7.30am to realise that the flight I was supposed to take was long gone...

New flight, lucky me, cost me a hundred quid only, had to leave the house half an hour later to make it to the airport in time... well then... me, hangovered, at the airport, completely broke (just enough for a coffee, an appletizer and a 10pack of fags). BALLS!

Note to myself: next time you water the baby's head, don't fucking drown it!

Done and Dusted

There we go, they faxed through the contract - nice salary increase and (what an icing) 25 days holidays! YAY! A whole fucking week, how cool's that?

They Love Me!

Right, there we go then - I was offered the job at The Company! Hoo-bloody-ray!

I'm now waiting for the contract to come through, will sign the thing and fax it straight back - and then hand in my notice on a piece of... loo... paper! Fucking AWESOME!

And tonight I'll go on the piss, my a.r.s.e. just have to make sure I'll get the flight home tomorrow...

Born to be Different

Right, been sobbing trough this programme for the last half hour, enough is enough *snif*

Will get up late tomorrow and go for the 2nd Interview with The Company, wish me luck and that - no shags and no drinks this time!

Have a click on the flick badge over there ---->
Will give my best to upload the rest of the Pics - as they're on my Cpx still it might take a while... but anyway. Off to bed! News to follow... If I don't get this job I might try to get into the Ear Growing Business.

Early Morning Calls

Right, I'm in - just got the confirmation that The Company wants to invite me for a second interview. Excellent!

Off to buy some milk now...

Bleedin' Marvellous

So, I made it home from the interview, still slightly hangovered and with no scooby how I actually did. I phoned up Gill from the agency straight away to let her know and she promised to get back to me once she got feedback from wheel.

I just tuned into cricket (we're doing well!) when Gill yelled to let me know that I impressed them. Apparently I'm not supposed to know but they will call tomorrow for a second interview - this time with the MD. YAY!

Note to myself: Have a party and get pissed before interviews, seems to help.

Wish me Luck...

... everyone, keep fingers crossed from 2pm - will be in an interview, job sounds awesome. Just preparing the paperwork and stuff to go in, I've never been that prepared before (!) I reckon that means I'm keen to get it. Well, thank God I'm all relaxed today and the hangover isn't too bad... *sigh*

xxx

Time flies... I well remember the very first time I visited London (good idea) for a weekend, all on my own (excellent idea), and met "the blokes" at the Elusive Camel near Victoria. We ended up drinking shedloads of Snakebites (stupid idea) and I had the worst hangover in my entire life (that'll teach you!).

So, the blokes... First of all, Ronnie and his Ozzie mates, real gems, we stayed in contact and even managed to hook up from time to time (frisbee in the park, house warmings, birthday bashes and that sort of shit). And then the Saffas, Robin and Kyle - the latter you might remember as one of the reasons I had a crush on South Africans for yonks (cute accent that is). And Rob... I didn't see him since that night, altough we stayed in contact (with a homesick prezzie I sent him to Devon where he was doing his Royal Marine stuff... I'll never understand but... anyway).

So, last night was the night then, fucking awesome. Bloody fit the boy - we had such a good time catching up with all the shit that happened in the meantime, his girls stories and my blokes stories, what a laugh! I'll watch your back, mate...

Lock-Ins

Spent a fair bit of time at my mate's local (he lives a 20mins walk from my gaff), although it was a Wetherspoon I enjoyed myself... Just having the last line ready before I bugger off to bed, the sun's coming out anyway (aaah not again!) and I'm very proud I resisted the urge to make any loved-up phone calls. Good girl!

Evil Spirits

No no no, not the reason why my mental mate (aka "The Moron") has lost it, I had my brain food delivered today, two brand new books! Have you ever noticed that new books slightly smell ... of ... Coke? Or is it me?

Losing the Plot

Right, so my flatmate has completely lost the plot now. After telling me he'd "kick my teeth in" the night before, we had another funny episode of "who's let out the lunatic".

It was a normal Thursday evening and we hooked up with his sis who had a leaving do just a few yards down the road from where I work, so I popped in for a few beers and at 9pm-ish I left as I felt slightly dizzy already. So far - so good. He's asked me to take the car back (from the station) and I reminded him that I wouldn't pick him up after 11pm (good girls are sleeping at that time). Ha! Nice try.

11.30pm - 7 phone calls. G at Moorgate, can't find the Northern line. Right, it's bit tricky, but anyway. It's the black one, mate. Follow the signs with N O R T H E R N line on it. You'll make it, mate! No, I'm sleeping, I won't pick you up.

11.56pm - phone call. Where I was. Should pick him up from the Kebab shop at the station. Cut him off, he phones again. 3 times. I switch off the phone, he phones our landline. Put landline on hold. Back to bed.

00.23am - knocking at the door, I'm sleeping. Probably G? He hasn't got a key and can't use the door bell? It knocks a second time, this time bit longer and louder. Bit worried about the door, get up.

00.24am - G smashes outside door. Yeah. It's a glass door. I open the inside one, he walks past me saying "I don't wait fucking forever for you to open up". WHAT?

00.25am - He's bleeding all the way from the door to the backyard, on the floor, in my bag (he thinks it's ok to go through my stuff if he runs out of fags).

00.30am - I'm tempted to let him bleed and die in the backyard.

00.35am - Got up to fix his arm with plasters and stuff. Back to bed.

So, it's 10am now. I've seen him this morning in the kitchen, and now he's online on MSN, he's thanked me for fixing his arm, but NO FUCKING APOLOGY yet, not for the "kicking teeth" thing, not for smashing the door, not for bleeding on all my stuff or anything.

I'm not supposed to put up with that any longer, eh? And mate, you better get off the dope and drinking, you're fucking losing the plot. END OF!

Use Pearlwhite

So, we had a bit of an argument last night, short but heated - it ended up him telling me "... or I'll kick your teeth in!".

Well, I know that I shouldn't take that literally. But guys, seriously.

City Waffle

I wonder why I haven't seen that one yet (I'm working just off Old Street and hang around there sometimes), but anyway, just found it on flickr.com... Off to flick through the rest of the London Bomb Blast Community.

Selective Hearing

I've come across so many blokes in my rather short life now, and they all seem to suffer from a genetical (I reckon) defect called "selective hearing" (or reading, it seems to attack eyesight as well).

Girls, have it tested - tell them to take the rubbish out. Is it ever going to happen? Problably not. But tell them (just whisper!) you fancy a shag tonight, he will hear you even if he's miles away.

I'm so impressed! Ok, it's a bit shit for the rubbish-fraction of us girls, but hey, have them trained... just say "I fancy a shag once you've taken the rubbish out" and whoooooo there you go :-)

Amazon & Co.

On my way home today I popped into my local bookshop to find some new brainfood - what a mess! Piles an piles of books, roughly sorted... I spent almost an hour in there, in times of Amazon and Co. I forgot how cool it is to look for something you can't find, but get surprised by a gem...

So, I haven't found anything on Keith Moon (but know too well which one to order on Amazon), but discovered an old Hemingway I'll read next. And as we're about books anyway, here's something new - The BookCrossing

Fix You

Although Chris Martin is right a plonker I really really have to praise their new vid or song respectively, love it:

Coldplay - Fix You - X & Y

*snif*

The Weekend Revealed!

Just after Dani's weekend in Brum, we managed to interview her exclusively during a fag break on the stairs of the emergency exit:

So, we're all dying to know what happened on this date. Did you manage to hook up on Saturday?
Yes indeed - we enjoyed a few drinks and some breakfast lines at the Mailbox.

Come on, that's not the question! How was it then?
Erm, good?

You're not blushing are you?
Probably! No I really enjoyed it, had such a good time. But somehow it didn't go according the plan... if there was one, that is. We were bit short on time, and I was looking forward to see him again the next day but that didn't happen.

We're sure there were good reasons for that?
Phew... Don't know really. It's all bit... Don't know. [looks away biting her lips] I don't want to give away everything, bad enough you managed to interview me.

Fair enough - but you'd like to see him again?
Yeh, course. But not sure if this is going to happen really. [sighs]

That wasn't the question, dear, so on a scale of 1 to 10 (we love scales)?
Definitely an 8. As it's his turn anyway. But you see...

The door gets slammed open and a very angry looking Managing Director makes her return back to her desk. We will keep you updated!

Lights Will Guide You Home

I'm still alive - just a quick one, got me boss in my neck (not very pleasant), have a bad hangover (worth it) and I'm totally creamed (well worth it) - I will be completely useless today.

Brum was excellent, what a dump (but what a party), got home lateish last night (as my mate passed out after half a bottle of Whisky, I had to drive back. yay.), haven't seen or done half of what I wanted to but anyway... Gis a coffee, now!

Holiday Impressions

So, we all know this little girl has some very bad habits, but now I know why I just can't say "no" - I'm 1/4 Italian. And have spent a fair bit of time there.
Ok ok just trying to fill the space here, otherwise the pic would look bit lost, fair enough. Oh, and the article, that's this one: Italian River full of Cocaine Pinched from the London Cokehead blog (I'm sure he doesn't mind once he's seen the matching pic and the fact I'm praising him yet again).

Rejuvenating

In a nutshell:

[...] so you need to get here earlier - because if we hate each other we need some time for a decent argument...

...and if we like each other, we just need time [...]

That made me years younger in a mouse click. 12 in fact. I'm 16 now, giggling and on my toes for tomorrow. Gis some downers, please!

Wet Dreams

Have I ever mentioned I'm not drinking Stella during the week? Well, there you go. As the weekend gets nearer I'm tempted to have a pint (just one, as always) of my favourite tonight, but still having in mind the latest scientific findings - spot on! ->

Forecasting!

Odds of going to Birmingham this weekend: 9/1
Odds of watching the Ashes for more than 1 hour: 1/9
Odds of seeing C and getting laid: 1/2

So, this is the plan: Gregg and myself driving up to Brum Sat morning, seeing Jules and mates and going to Cannon Hill Park to watch Cricket on big screen. BBC says sunny intervals, no rain - good chance we're going.

As C lives down the road, might get picked up for a drink. Good chance.

I can't wait to see him, really, and I will NOT shave my legs and wear the UGLIEST underwear to make me stay away from him. Just in case. *sigh*

a bit different

I've sent an email around today with pics from troops, they were a bit different, no worse, they were human. This special one here I just couldn't forget. How old is he... twenty... nineteen?

It reminds me of my mate (ok let's face it: shag) Kyle who came back from Iraq in one piece and alive, and his cousin Robin (I love to bits) who's just about to finish his basic training and will be sent somewhere soon. They're 21 and 22, and they're kids. You wouldn't send your son to war, would you? Would you??

Confusius says...

... if you know this person from emails only it's impossible to fall for him.

Dani says bollox, she's well confused, go check her tummy it's full of aeroplanes. Quod erat demonstrandum.