Lampard lookalike alarm!

Right, so we had this bloke (one of many, the beauty of the industry I work in) starting at our studios this week, and he's the bleedin' spitting image of Frank Lampard (fat a** included).

Now every time I walk past him I have to hold myself back not to punch and kick him... But one day...

I don't know you...

... but you've made my day lads!

Got a PM this morning saying that there were return tickets for Everton this Saturday - oh joy, I scored one!

Everton at home...

... and I'll miss it. Pants!

Got into work just after nine - a real pain since I left at 11pm last night, and the site hasn't gone life, vain. Looked like a bag of shit this morning, and I've got no clue how I'm going to survive this week.

Tonight's must watch: The last episode of Life on Mars.

Happy Sundays...

... after yesterday's 10 hours at the office, we're cracking on here in room 101. Doesn't look like we're going to make it but hey... could be worse, at least there's no football today I'm missing (I have an eye on Bolton - Fulham tho, would love to see Bolton lose that one).

Had a bit of a weird chat today, only virtually... my ex-neighbour K msn'ed me in the morning. Usually he's in for a bit of abuse (one way or the other), but today he wanted bit more of me (as in literally). Now I'm in trouble - quite liked him and was well gutted when it didn't work out. I could lie to myself and pretend a bit of steamish bedroom fun would be nice, but I know where that will end - in me falling for him, loads of jealousy and eventually the same as last time, going nowhere. Knowing that... not sure if I can resist. Bollox I say.

It's Saturday...

... and I'm at work. It sucks. Big time! Would sell my nan for a pint now...

At least my iPod raised from the dead - managed to get that bleeding software update on it, so finally I can ignore all the nutters on the train again. Ignorance is bliss!

... and when you think it can't get worse

Nothing happened, just thinking... my client took me out for lunch yesterday, and we had a chat (I told him what happened last weekend), and how crap I felt on Sunday feeling guilty and shocked over my behaviour. And he smiled and said "I bet you wished yourself back to your mum's".

Actually no, I always was my daddy's girl. But it's made me thinking, when I was little, my dad used to come to my room I shared with my little brother, and he'd sit down on my bed telling me about his day, or telling a bed time story - or sometimes just sit there, and he'd always stroke over my head. It's one of the earliest and best memories I have.

I remember him holding me when I was sick as a child, and I remember how I loved to have my head on his chest half asleep, and I always told him to say something because it would sound so funny.

I remember jumping on his lap when he came back from work, and the smell of the surgery (I still love today), and the way he looked at me when I did something wrong, and even more the way he looked at me when I did something that made him proud.

I've always been my dad's girl I guess, and something along those years it got lost, or changed, I grew up and beeing a teen meant I couldn't be near to my dad because it's just uncool, or whatever. And now, all we get is a hug on christmas and an envelope - still the same eyes smiling and sparkling, and I wonder what would happen if next time, I go and see my parents, I'd just go and cuddle up with them as I used to as a child.

I'll be there...

... so I'm going to see you again, then - got the tickets already, thank god for reminders, emails, customizing, profiling and the lot:

The Streets @ Brixton Academy 11 May 2006

Whilst the venue is (I think, but I haven't seen many) one of the best in London it's Mikey making me go again, and it's only 2 days after my birthday - I'm in for a treat.

Roll on!

Turkey - Switzerland

Bend it like Beckham? Kick it like Beni!

For the love of football

I think it all started when I was about 16... I fancied this guy from school and we got along quite alright, we were hanging out with the same people and... anyway. He was a footballer and to become a famous one - now playing with Eintracht Frankfurt. Oh, and he's the bloke kicking the shit out of the assitant coach (?) during the game Turkey-Switzerland. If I find the vid (again) I'll post it here.



Right, now... anyone still asking why I chose West Ham when I came here?

To be fair, I wasn't really interested in Swiss football, ever - liked going to matches now and then, knew quite a lot of the bad boys at the time - but fanatic? Naaars. I'm bored on Saturdays, I like beer and I think boys in white trainers and clean shaven heads are cute. Additionally, being a Swiss bird drinking Stella and shouting abuse at referees gives me some kind of... don't know, just don't know better.

Outside the box

I'm one of a grillion foreigers here but lucky - being Swiss means my flight takes less than two hours into a non EU country with special arrangements... not thinking of numbered bank accounts, no:

The Basel-Mulhouse-Freiburg airport is, shock horror, French and Swiss at the same time. Now. Coming from Switzerland, I get into the duty free shop. Leaving in a plane from France to England, I'll have the "this is an EU-flight so nothing to declare now leave me alone thanks" exit. Jealous? You better be, luv. My fags costs me £1.32 a pack, and that's for twenty fags. Sweet fuck all.

... and shit for my lungs, but that's something else.

Micro-Dots

Anyone remembers those, something I tried but never really liked - I hate being not in control (yeah I can hear you!) so I ditched it fairly soon after discovery. The guy who actually discovered LSD however, lives about 10 miles from the village I grew up, I think he's still alive - Albert Hoffmann. Remember having a couple of "Hoffies" - the anniversary trips sold everywhere in Europe at that time.

Anyway. My mate Mikey tried to cheer me up last night with some of his antics, and I reckon we should neck that bottle of Rum in the kitchen to celebrate we're both still alive... not.

Working this weekend on a new client's website, so there's no room for bad behaviour... Spoke to my ex yesterday as well and told him what happened, think he felt bit alienated as he doesn't know me like this. Anyway. Off the booze for a bit now. Oh, and - Stella is evil, and Jaegermeister can kill you. Just so you know.

Words of the day

had a little rant about my antics this weekend - as well kinda asking for advice how to avoid more complete fuck-ups. and this was one answer:

f*ck it, enjoy yourself. ...

We've all been through periods when we spin off our tits. One day you'll just stop because you've had enough and you'll know when that is. Just don't try and get yourself killed in the process x

This has bloody made my day... Still need to say sorry to Anna (didn't get her on the phone last night) and all that, but... I know he's right, because the last time "I had enough" was about 7 years ago, so I guess it will happen again (and we know it's not now).

The 48-hours cock-up

A weekend I want to ctrl+alt+del, still can't remember all of it (don't think I want to anyway), but now remember talking to Ricky, what I shouldn't have. Have fucked that one up as well.

Well done, girl.

Things you don't want to say to a friend

Had a quick chat with my mate Greg, it's even worse that I can remember... Anna walked in - so I'll call her tonight and apologise, I've got no bloody clue what to say yet and I feel really awful. Any tips how to make "I'm sorry I brought this tosser around yours and fucked him in your bed" sound acceptable?

Almost, but not quite.

Monday come down, good time to feel shit and reflect on this weekend's achievements:

Friday... ending up at the Montague Arms in Peckham, had a brilliant time - definitely a place to go and have a drink or seven. Behaved. Good girl.

Saturday... Charlie texting me: go to Wanstead, the British Queen will show the match. Alright then, off we trot, had a half decent description of how to get there and got in half an hour before kick-off... about 10 people in there, all quiet... well it changed to say the least. To cut the long story short, I nearly crashed Greg's car (twice), shagged that bloke who turned out to be married (well that's what I found out when his missus called me the next morning), Anna got mad at me coz we did it in their bed (fair nuff). Great. Someone get me into the Priory please.

Random shit off the box

Right, I had a listen today to Mikey's new single (it's been all over the shop since this morning so I guess it got aired last night):

The Streets - When you wasn't famous

To be quite honest, it's crap. Sorry. It really is - what a waste of talent, seriously. Would still shag him tho, as long as he shuts the f*ck up.

Else - spoke to Ricky last night, after he's gone awol for a couple of days. Says he's been working (guess so) and I promised to call this week some time, sure I will. Cutie.

Now trying to find a proper footie team, girls 5-a-side somewhere in London - the big ones don't do girls (whoey) and if so, they're bloody ambitious. I'm doing this for a laugh, for pete's sake, get bruised nuff without you amazones tackling me... or something. Ewww.

And, oh yeah - off to Liberty's tonight in town, guess what - I'll go and buy some knitting needles and wool! HA! The West Ham scarfs in the shop are bloody rubbish, don't like them, so I decided to knit my own one. It's only been 15 years, like. Wonder if I remember - left n right and that stuff! Claret and blue, guys - someone said we've technically nicked the colors off Villa, something I hardly believe but Gregg will laugh his wrinkly ass off when he reads this...

Rant over. Need a drink and some Class A entertainment, seriously.

Happy Mondays

Uh-oh, feeling slightly hung over today... whilst on my way back from work I couldn't decide whether to see Life on Mars or pop into my local boozer for a pint.

Boozer it was of course, to see the boys caning Brum City for the 7th straight win - haven't spoken to my client yet today (and I'm trying to avoid it) and I can't get the grin off my face.

Valentine's it is today, sod it - I'll treat myself with an early night after last night's celebration...

Get the tiles out...

Right, so I wanted to tile the bathroom this weekend... urgh... I'm only a girl for fuck's sake, any takers? Probs not, well then. Could at least put the floor in. Maybe not. Or I could do fuck all and go and play footie in the park. Oh yeah. Sounds more like it.

Anyway. Spoke to R Tuesday this week, so it's a waiting game now, can't be asked at the moment anyway, I'm ill and busy - reckon he's going to make a move mid next week (I'd wait until after V-day as well!), and then he's in for a treat.

Have a fab weekend everyone.

Oh - jus' a quick one, one more headhunter breathing down me neck, so I'm being popular these days - it's paid out I guess. Roll on, job offers!

I'm textless

Average IQ: 90-110
G.W. Bush's IQ: 80 (I think)

This IQ: somewhere between frozen sausage and liquid oxygen.

I just don't get it...

Picking bad boys

Two weeks later we finally made it - went to see R in town on Saturday, we didn't even manage to get a drink before we headed off back to his (seems I wasn't the only one gagging for it the last two weeks...). Anyway. Yes, all good, sweet as fuck (haha), bloody cute - the lot. We'll see.

More worried about the way we were brought up, quite differently to be frank, and I'm not sure if there's enough between us to make it work, but it's early days anyway so I'm not too worried yet.

Been in a bubble yesterday (yes he was THAT sweet) so we'll see where this is going to end up.

Come on you irons!

Oh, Friday, eventually... Right, R has been a good boy and texted me that Wednesday I was supposed to call him - phew. Didn't quite get it sorted, but we'll speak tonight and see what happens.

What else - West Ham caned Arsenal 2-3 this week, been grinning ever since - well done boys! Thanks for the assists, Sol! Wenger took him off pitch shortly after (not surprised), and Campbell fucked off for a shower and left. Now...

"Fancy a Sol Campbell anyone?" -> only a half (pint, that is, for the foreigners here) and then off for a shower before we get hammered!

Thought it was funny, now it just looks plain stupid. Anyway, there have been rumours going around - his girl cheating on him, he's gay and can't admit it, he's HIV+... the lot. Apparently there's going to be an article on NOTW this Sunday - morons, the lot, leave this man alone - we want him back playing for Arse so we can make up funny chants!

Court, balls, whatever

Right, it's Wednesday now and I really really really should give him call, as promised and that... er... makes me nervous!

Went for a couple of drinks on Monday, with K - mate from work. So I was sinking Pinot Grigio like others gulp Ribena after a spinning session, and (could someone confiscate my mobile phone when I'm drunk!?) left two texts and a phone call (around midnight, urgs). Right. No wonder I didn't get a reply that night (good boys sleep at that time anyway), and I'm not very surprised he didn't answer the next day - so. The ball is STILL in my court, and I'm having nervous breakdowns because I have to call, bollocks.

He's planned to go out in Brixton again, but I have to go and see my mate Liz - her birthday (oh sh... prezzie!?). Now.

Ask him to come withe me: he might say no (fair nuff, I would), or my mates don't like him (I very dare them), or we have a bloody good time.
Tell him I'd pop down later to see him - means leaving my mate at her birthday bash. French au revoir, nah...
Tell him I can't do Friday and try Saturday. Just like last week. That's tempting fate...

I'm in trouble. Again...