Well Blogger me!

Shame on me

2008-06-26T22:47:00.001Z

What can i say... i've neglected you for so long little blog

I aim to make amends

and soon

When its spring again, i'll bring a again....

2007-03-06T14:18:00.000Z

Two Lips from Amsterdam.....

Yes this weekend just gone, i took the hairy one to Amsterdam.. This was one of his Christmas presents (yes i know its late but fuck-me he only gets about 2 weekeneds off a decade)...

We flew VLM (don't ask!.. am sure i was sat next to the rear gunner). It was passable and only experienced at all because City Airport is through the swing doors from our lounge so seemed a tad silly to go ALL the way to Heathrow..

We stayed at The Dylan, a gorgeous boutique hotel designed by Anooshka Hemple (Thats not how you spell her name but its funnier MY way).. We were upgraded to a garden suite courtesy of Mr & Mrs Smith and a bottle of Veuve Cliquot arrived after we checked in...

Friday we just mooched about the city, found a gorgeous cafe which had a choc-a-holic Buzz Lightyear in the window..

Saturday we met up with my little bro and Mr Cubby's bestest friends Leo & Greg, who live in Rotterdam. They all came in and we went to http://www.bodiestheexhibition.com/ . To say it was disturbing would be very accurate.. Given that i have only ever seen 1 dead body in my whole life, standing next to these "creatures" with no skin, or ligaments, or fat was often freaky. We all had to comment that no matter which bits of them were removed to show other underlying parts, they all seemed to retain their anus!... ahem.. (cue giggling schoolgirl laugh)

We then proceeded to a typical dutch bar and degenerated into the neanderthals we all really are underneath, then back to the suite for a shower, freshen up and hit the town.

One must pause for a moment to recollect that the sleaziest gay bar in the city is called ARGOS ! - Well at least they have slings - more than can be said for the UK brand of the same name :D

I think we all dispresed around 4am and we zonked out...

Sunday was lazy breakfast in bed, then fly home...

It has to be said Leo & Greg are adorable.....so until the next time....

The most disgusting drink ever - Part II

2007-02-21T14:15:00.000Z

Well it would seem that Pret-a-manger Green Tea drink is like nectar from the Gods by comparisson to what i put in my mouth recently...

Two words

Wheatgrass Juice

I took a "shot" of this, what can only be described as stomach bile in a specimen cup.

I didn't feel well....

The dirty cow impersonating, vega-lesbian, bastards!

The most disgusting drink ever..

2006-10-23T13:54:00.000Z

So, after my wild weekend, (well I didn't think it was but my head, eyes and rest of my face begged to differ this morning when I woke), I thought I'd take it easy today and have a healthy lunch.. I bought a Pret-a-manger Green Tea Detox drink..

Imagine a vat of boiling fish bones and guts, left to cool, then left some more for ...oh about a month, then bottled!.. It was the most vile thing I have ever put in my mouth (and yes, ok that's saying something - I'll say it before you bitches do)

humph

........Someone pass me my Coke Zero

I'm back.....

2006-10-11T15:04:00.000Z

... did you miss me?

Ok so lots happened since i last graced you with my presence

I'm still with "new man".. although after nearly 5 months i think we can promote him... We'll call him Cubby because Charlie* deemed it so due to the nature of him looking like a small cub that needs to be squeezed. He's 25! eek.. and is as Miss Joceyln would say "an officer of the law, warken for kweyn an contry". SO we're almost at the 5 month mark now. Fortunately for me, all my friends appear to like him, unlike the last one who seemed to alienate even... well aliens really...

I am selling my flat after 10 years and 2 months... yes its time.. I can no longer sanction 2 journey's per day on the northern line.. Someone will end up being hurt ........... by me!...so i feel its best.

So hopefully this is me back to being regular again (no not that... toilet-humor person!)

G x

* Charlie.. the mad woman mentioned so many times in previous posts. If you don't know who she is by now - Stinging legs!!

Half naked wench!

2006-07-28T12:30:00.000Z

How fuckin rude

There we are, sitting in BRB, having a pizza and cold drink, trying to cool down and get some respite from the million degree temperature outside and some emaciated bitch, wearing little more than 2 cotton threads and a flip flop walks in and at the top of her voice goes

"ewwwww its so cold in here!!... "

well fuck off outside then luv!!

cheek of it..

What would you think...

2006-07-03T09:27:00.000Z

...if 2 gay men went into a shop and bought only a cucumber (the one with the knobbly bits on it) and walked out??

Just as i thought, you bunch of perverts!

I was with my new man* and we were at a BBQ this weekend and had forgotten the one ingredient needed for perfect Pimms!..

Tut!

* more detail on him only if he survives ;-)

Seen it all now....

2006-05-30T15:18:00.000Z

Ok there comes a time, when you think you may have seen everything in human behaviour but on Sunday night, chop sticks were frozen in mid air, jaws were dropped and breathing ceased for what seemed like 10 minutes

So, ok granted i was in The Dorchester's China Tang and one would expect a certain type of person to frequent such a restaurant but get this. :-

Couple arrives and i see out of the corner of my eye, a manager brining over a high-chair to them. Just as i'm about to tut internally about the merits of taking babies to chinese restaurants, i notice there is no baby... The woman actually ordered a high chair to put her GUCCI BAG in. Perish the thought the bag was placed on the floor!.. i mean we're talking a Dorchester carpet here, not some piss soaked alley behind Tottenham Court Road...

ah well.. takes all sorts i guess...

American toilets - Part 2

2006-05-18T13:07:00.000Z

I have a new found appreciation for the old British Armitage shanks.

You pull the flush and a few seconds later, all is gone.. all is well...

So why is this not the case with the american toilet ? Why indeed when you pull the chain does it have to turn into a cyclone and swirl everything around like a floor show!?

God if wanted to see poop soup, i'd pay to join a select website!

End OF!

American toilets - Part 1

2006-05-18T12:56:00.000Z

Ok why do they have such tiny cubicles? (they call them stalls but i can't see anyone wanting to buy a cauliflower from inside on of THOSE!)..

The cubicles are so high off the ground you can see the person inside's KNEES! and so low from the ceiling you can see their expressionless botoxed forehead.

As if that wasn't bad enough there are gaps between all the doors, walls and hinges that you could get a whole toilet roll through..

No wonder they think we tourists are all full of shit.. who could GO in one of them?

ewww!

Airline Lounges of the World :- Part 2

2006-04-26T10:41:00.000Z

There really is something to be said for being lucky enough ( i say lucky coz i sure aint' rich enough) to fly longhaul First Class.

My recent trip to JFK was something of a revalation as i wasn't actually sure what differences to expect from a First lounge compared to a Business terrace lounge but the differences were subtle yet striking...

First obvious thing is the silence. Granted there are potentially only 20 people in there compared to the 400,000 in the Club lounge but its such a place of serenity. The Concorde Rooms in T4 & JFK T7 are a total oasis.. Waiter service to your couch with pretty much anything you could ask for - i refrained from asking for dairylee on crackers in case the humour wasn't appreciated and settled for a bacon sandwich on the outbound leg of the journey so as not to spoil the inevitable banquet on board

All that rubbish about BA staff being rude was hugely unfounded. No one could have been more helpful and polite. I even had my postcards taken, stamps put on them for me and posted! - whether they arrive or not is clearly a different issue..

The T7 lounge at JFK looked like Philippe stark had gone to town on it. Amazing muted colours, curtains, linen etc, all wasted on me as i troughed down a "pre boarding" dinner, before rendering myself barely able to walk on gin & tonics prior to stepping on board the flight home

sigh.... i wonder when it may ever happen again...

New York, New York, so good they named it.... ok I'm bored already

2006-04-18T22:14:00.000Z

Well now, what an incredible 5 days away in the big apple..

The highs....

Flying BA First Class both ways
Spending quality time with great friends
Eating & drinking amazing food, wine, cocktails & bubbly
Shopping to the point my case may kill someone if it falls on them

The lows...

Drinking way too much on the flight out and being poured off at JFK
Losing my LV wallet in a cab*
Schlepping the entire length of Madison Avenue in new shoes!

The further highs..

*Having my lost wallet returned to me (how nice are New York cabbies)
Having a foot massage in the Molton Brown First lounge to undo the aforementioned new shoe horror

So as I sit in the 1st class Concorde Lounge in JFK, having just had 3 course dinner, a foot massage and sipping a large Bombay sapphire & tonic awaiting boarding, I am actually looking forward to coming home :-)

... oh how I could get used to this

BA, The World's favourite airline...

2006-03-28T14:25:00.001Z

.........but not fucking today it aint!

I just checked my online booking for my flight to LA in May and i have been MOVED from the upper to the lower deck. I would not have been told and the mere fact i am a ba.com anorak is the only reason i noticed it!

I bet they have done this because i'm on a fully restricted ticket so they knew i couldn't just cancel it in disgust!

How fucking rude!!

NOT happy!

DO NOT pull that knob when approaching a dark tunnel

2006-03-27T12:05:00.000Z

So this morning, I got up early for a change to go to the gym, get down to the Jubilee line platform to find a melee of bemused passengers staring at a train which is half in & half out of the station. Apparently a "lady was taken ill" on the train so as you would, in the middle of the rush hour, wait till the tube just starts to move, THEN pull the alarm handle!.

Fortunately, I was way early and had time to watch all the other caring passenger muttering "selfish cow, why did she have to be ill on MY train" etc etc..

Then just to add insult, the station manager came on the PA system to remind everyone that in the event of this happening to any of us, we should wait till the train in at the next station and not hold up everything by "pulling it in a tunnel".. how rude!

I hate the BBC

2006-03-21T20:44:00.002Z

... and just to clarify, i don't mean that last bastion of British broadcasting... i mean the Bulgarian Blonde Cunt that sat behind me on my flight home.

There was only 4 of us "up the front" and for some reason all on one side of the plane (Tourette, one single fat or tilting plane joke will see your house burn down).. and this couple were in row 2 behind me. He was a very wealthy british man and she a very beautiful Bulgarian woman. She had attitude written all over her, but her but i forgave it as she had fabulous Jimmy Choos and a fur coat that would have made Jodie Marsh choke on her own tongue.

So we're airborne and i am about to recline my seat, and i think to myself, hmm this might annoy her so i'll move to the other side of the aisle so as not to inconvenience her. I stand up, she looks at me so i smile and say "I'll just move over here so i don't recline into you"

She screws her face up and in her best Zza Zza says "I'm not movink! - you can move if you like but i'm not movink!" and preceeds to glare at me.

I thought you miserable bitch. I should have just sat back down and reclined into those fake rum babbas for the whole flight. I'd even have managed to eat soup laying down just to piss her off, the mood she put me in.

However i gracefull bit my lip in the way that one does when you think "Christ to explain this will only make her worse"... and proceeded to spend the whole of the flight catching her glare at me out of the corner of my eye.

Misunderstaning?.. perhaps, but HOW RUDE!

Airline Lounges of the World :- Part 1

2006-03-20T11:45:00.000Z

I am in Bulgaria at the moment. In the "Sofia" lounge at the airport which is their equivalent of a business class lounge. Taking Bulgaria aside for a moment, as thats a whole chapter on its own, i think i am going to start a report on all the lounges i ever visit as some of them need to be seen to be believed.

This one is a bit like a school canteen in style & layout but to be fair they are building a whole new airport at the moment so we'll see.

There is enough drink in this self service bar to kill everyone who has ever attended the Betty Ford clinic, although some peasant just put 2 lumps of ice in his red wine!.. yes thats 2 less to go in my 50/50 Bombay Saphire & tonic... How rude!!!

Buggering DVD!

2006-03-13T10:40:00.000Z

Ok so I come home yesterday to a rather sheepish looking housemate who says "The DVD player is broken".. then proceeds to pack for a business trip and vacate to Amsterdam.

This is no regular DVD Player.. its some very complex american 300 disc carousel player which I clearly decide is fair game for me to repair myself. Those of you who know me well will already be holding their face in their hands, gently shaking from side to side muttering "no....no.....no!" - Last time I replaced the kitchen light switch, upon restoration of the mains, it blew off the wall across the kitchen... oops

After undoing all 437 screws, I get the lid off, remove "Man Rammer!" or whatever the gratuitous porn that he'd jammed it with! (why are porn DVD's thicker than normal ones?) and proceeded to try and re-attach the disc selection arm...

"SNAP!"

I stumble up to bed muttering obscenities at 3am with all 40,000 parts dis-assembled on the lounge floor..

Now what am I going to do....

Sulk....

Honey, Brown is over...

2006-03-09T11:36:00.000Z

Ok, so all this week i am on a training course for Microsoft SQL Server... its so dull, i am having to nip myself to stay awake...

It appears that everything today is brown...

The desk, the Starbucks, the tutor (don't get me started on brown glasses, brown hair, borwn beard, brown cardigan, brown trousers, brown shoes etc)..

but the last straw came when in a moment of abject seriousness, he put a slide on the screen which in point 100 sized letters read

"Microsoft SQL 2000 backups, also referred to as CREATING A DUMP"

I blankly started into his eyes whilst, nipping my inner thigh and biting down on my lip to prevent the largest guffaw ever knocking him square in the face"

Are you serious Microsoft??

I can't be expected to tell my manager that i will be creating dump later in the afternoon when everyone has "logged" out of the network!!..

Good lord!

Can it be THAT long?

2006-02-27T20:19:00.000Z

No not THAT!..rude people - tut

I seem to have been neglecting to enthrall you all with my banter for the longest time... I aim to make amends..

StarBuck$ customer service

2006-01-09T12:37:00.000Z

Ok, so its the new year

Ok so like the rest of the population i should be on a detox or a diet

Ok perhaps a full-fat vanilla latte and muffin is not the wisest choice for late breakfast

And yes perhaps my own guilt made me ask for the two items somewhat more quietly than normal but did i really need the assistant to bellow at full volume "SORRY DID YOU SAY THE GOLDEN SYRUP MUFFIN?" in a tone that implied "Hey, the fat b*stard here hardly needs a muffin, eh guys?"

Jeez!.. i almost didn't enjoy it!

Personal Reflection....

2005-12-29T16:33:00.001Z

As i write this at 30,000 feet on my way back to London, i realise, i'm not really sure how to start this BLOG. The last week or so has been euphoric & tragic all in the space of a few days. Having decided that I would spend Christmas in Scotland, It was a nice break I was looking forward as well, and with direct flights to Inverness fast approaching £420, I decided to fly from City Airport to Edinburgh, stay with an adorable friend who I hadn’t seen for years then we would drive the rest of the way. Not only was it a £300 saving but I really wanted to see this guy again after so long.

So LCY-EDI as its known airline wise was a good service. Arrived on-time & caught a cab into the heart of Edinburgh. Not only was my friend pleased to see me, but I was soon to discover there were unfinished issues between us from many years previous. Needless to say, the next 24 hours were amazing and I felt very comfortable being there with him.

Our drive the next day was pleasant. Nice BMW coupe, clear roads; that certain glint in both our eyes. I arrived in my home town & started to unpack.

My mobile rang. It was Jerry from Vancouver. I could tell something was wrong from the tone of his voice. With little or no warning (Jerry was always a ‘to the point’ Sort of guy)

“I am afraid Phil was one of the pilots in the helicopter crash on Wednesday – He is dead.”

Just like that, I felt my stomach tighten. I had to tell Jerry I would call him back. I hung up & I went onto the internet. Sure enough on the BBC Scotland news pages was the story in all its glory, complete with video & eye witness accounts.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/scotland/4555386.stm

Christmas was a nice experience with my family. Although this horrid incident barely left my thoughts for even an hour, I guess we carry on….

To think after so many years, after so much discussion, after a phone call in which much was disclosed, after a promise to meet in the new year…. All over….

I will miss you Philip ward….. Always…….

Life's lessons - #284

2005-12-23T18:59:00.000Z

Its not often that I am bored... This is probably a good thing as I tend to "do" things..

Today's lesson and note-to-self is..

Do not "play" with Veet - especially without reading the directions first
Do not "play" with Veet - and assume you know better about how long to use it for
Do not "play" with Veet - ignoring the bold instruction about where NOT to put it!!

basically

Do not "play" with Veet!! Full Stop!

The smell of cumming

2005-12-08T22:55:00.000Z

Yes I thought that may have got your attention you bunch of sick-os

I was, of course referring to the new fragrance and range of skincare products from that rather cheeky Scottish chappie, Alan Cumming. No, its not a joke. Have a look at http://www.cummingthefragrance.com/ if you don't believe me.

I particularly like the advert. Never has "Sebastian" looked less alluring but its a brave step to take. It certainly tops old Ruud Van Nistelrooy's "Ruud underwear"

I'm off to order "cumming in a bar".. well its a first for me.... using a cake bar of soap I mean.. god you people!!!

see!?

Job done... the bitch is back

2005-12-02T14:00:00.000Z

Ok.. having been involved in a major project at work which seemed to afford me about 7 hours sleep in the last 2 months, the entity formerly known as "Next time I have a good idea to the partners of the firm, i'll keep my trap shut" is now drawing to a close, I have my life back.

It would seem both my readers missed me (ahem!). SO what's happened in my absence...

well it would seem...

my ex has a new b/f (well someone had to be first)
my cleaner still thinks that ALL garments regardless of fabric must be ironed on the "cleaning" setting of the iron - that's the one AFTER scortching
I have joined Orange and dumped Voda-fat-chance-of-making-this-call-buddy
I'm going home to Scotland for Christmas

Ho hum...

Things that annoy me: Volume 28

2005-11-24T11:59:00.000Z

I know this is rather boring but why don't people ever peel off the thin plastic film that is used to protect electronic gadgets during shipping?

There was a guy on the tube this morning flashing off his new Motorola Razr and when he flipped it open there was still the film on the screen, looking all dog-eared & cloudy.. Wot a knob!

I feel i have an compulsion of almost "Monica Geller" proportions to remove said film from EVERYTHING i come near.

SO get a grip!.. its only a short stop from that to having polythene on all your furniture!!.. mmm classy ;-)

Too much sex can kill!

2005-11-17T11:09:00.000Z

...So, there i am laying by the pool, listening to my iPod, when i saw a blatant sexual act, not 3 feet from me!..

Two dragon flies decided to get jiggy with it in mid air above the pool.. Clearly she was easy as she just flew upside down while getting her 5 second rogering... and in the true nature of men, once he emptied, he just flew off leaving the poor cow so exhausted she just fell into the swimming pool and lay there in the water, upside down.

Now despite having just sprayed myself with Clarins factor 15, i could just watch this helpless damsel in distress so of course just HAD to get in there are rescue her..

I left her sunbathing next to me while i carried on reading.. Can you believe it, the bitch just dried off, hovered and flew away.. not so much as a thank you..

bloody women! - all the same

I sometimes wonder why i bother...

2005-11-17T09:46:00.000Z

....so on this lovely short break to the Canaries, and taking aside the fact that all my family bar myself & my mother seemed to be struck down with one form of illness or another, it really struck me how much of a snob i am..

I mean is it too much to ask when you go out to eat a nice dinner that the "restaurant" is not just some graveyard where all cheap plastic garden furniture goes to die!??.. too much to hope that there won't be a TV on a shelf and too much to expect not to find a nasty vertical fridge with packaged frozen deserts going round & round like cheap capodemonti!.. and to think i'd bothered to dress in Zegna!

The bitch is back...

2005-11-17T09:30:00.000Z

Oh how I have missed being here... Yes the warm sun and endless lazing in it were fine. The fact I came back like the colour of the love child of David Dickenson & Judith Chalmers is a slight blessing given that I think I was Blue, let alone pale, before I left.

However i'm so glad i'm back...

More blog-ettes as they come to me during reflection...

Now i'm back at work, it SO gets in the way of my creative juices... pfft!

Mind the gap! "between your ears!"

2005-10-28T11:03:00.000Z

What part of "allow the passengers off the train first please" are you having trouble with you thick selfish morons? hmmm?

Is English your 2nd, 3rd or 9th Language?

Does "We can't actually get off while you are ramming your pram onto the carriage like its the last train out of hell!" resonate anywhere in that skull?

hmmm?

hmmmmmmm?

Now look, i've spilled my latte...

Chip & Pin

2005-10-26T10:06:00.000Z

as in... you have a huge CHIP on your shoulder missy and I want to stick a PIN in your head!

This morning, in my usual meander to work via Starbucks (the new xmas seasonal menu is up so its egg-nog & gingerbread latte's galore!), I was pleased to see no queue.. In fact only one young woman in front of me.. OH what a false sence of security...

She wanted to pay for a £1.85 coffee with Visa
Didn't know her pin
Wanted to know the calorific value of her skinny, soya, sugar free and probably by that point TASTE-free coffee so the manager was called to get his flipchart out!
Then 7 minutes later!!!!!!! she went to the condiment bar behind her and added cinnamon, nutmeg, coco powder, chocolate sprinkles and SUGAR!!

She was THIS close to a "yer-but-no-but-yer-but" smack in the kisser!

SoI say to her and all the other dithering "Oh i'll just stop IN the ticket gate and have a rummage around for my Oyster card, now where is it.. must be in here somewhere, oh there's that lipstick I lost last year..." bitches..

Have what you need before you get there
Know your bloody pin number
Perhaps carry ... oh dunno £2 in CASH!!

OH!,,,Now look.. my panini has gone cold

"Balls! Mr Bennet"

2005-10-20T11:12:00.000Z

Ok this morning at my tube station I saw a pair of bollocks collecting money

...or rather I saw an attractive pair of male legs with a testicle costume from the waist up.

Whilst I completely support the testicular cancer charity and their ingenious methods of raising funds; i'm not sure if I was more disturbed at liking the great pair of legs from the waist down, or fear at the giant set of hairy nads with a big smiley face on the top half.

Needless to say I emptied my wallet into his bucket (Tourette - don't even go there!), more in awe of the underlying human's bravery, than the clever, if rather scary fundraising concept.

I can now rest easy knowing that seeing a huge pair of hairy balls on the underground is ticked off my list of "things to see before I die"

Today i have a headache

2005-10-18T00:47:00.000Z

I also have 1 nerve left and whoever stands on it is gonna get a kick in the C@nt.....

Something for the weekend sir?

2005-10-12T15:16:00.000Z

Ok, i'm all for 3-for-2 offers in Boots.

I'm particularly all for them when its something that i'll use

Those of you who know me, know i like the better things in life and this applies just as much to "occasional wear" as anything else.

However, i'm somewhat less keen when i pick up a 3-for-2 on Avanti condoms and when handing them over to the woman at the till, she slightly (but not enough to cause a scene) raises one eyebrow, leaving you wondering.....

"is she thinking, Stud..... or Slut"? hmmm

Bitch!

So how was your weekend?

2005-10-11T13:06:00.000Z

Oh it was great, thanks for asking... I developed a conjunctivitus type thing in my eye.. or was it Chlamydia?.. begins with "C" anyway...

So there I am waking up like Snow White on Friday morning, sun shining, birds twittering and I suddenly have a sensation something is wrong... oh yes - look in the mirror and there is John Merrick's less attractive brother staring right back at me... fabulous!!

So I get to work having disguised myself with dark glasses and a head scarf - not a good look for me... Then its drops in one eye every 2 hours, antibiotics 4 times a day... I'm a very busy person - I don't have time for all this nonsense! tut!

There is nothing worse than looking red-bug-eyed, pale & unshaven.. which reminds me, where did i leave my new Charlotte Church CD? ... dammit

What a f@ckin Liberty!

2005-10-07T11:55:00.000Z

Ok to quote Mrs (grandma) Taylor from the Catherine Tate show, I am “fuckin raging”

What has this bloody city come to?.. Its transport system is shite!

Shite I tell you!.. not shit… SHITE! (the full 5 letters with Scottish accent).. SHITE!

Yesterday I woke up to my usual text message “Severe delays on the Northern line due to whatever daily random excuse we decide to pick”… nothing out of the ordinary so far.

This was followed by a “Severe delays on the Jubilee line due to a passenger taken ill on a faulty signal with late engineering works” or some other bollox.

Ok at the moment, now both parts of my journey are screwed.. so I go to the gym and get the DLR to Bank after… Now I thought DLR stood for Docklands Light Railway; so it came as a bit of a shock to me to discover it actually stands for “Degraded Lego Railway”. It must have taken 25 mins to go ¼ of a mile, then only to be faced with the Misery line and its saga.

As if that wasn’t bad enough I left early to go to the dentist. I waited 18 minutes for a taxi at one of the busiest junctions in Islington… not a single b@stard cab with a light on. After getting there 20 mins late I then had to race back to Canary Wharf to meet Charlie and pick up groceries from Waitrose..

Yet another cab inched along London’s grid-locked roads. I eventually abandoned it at Tower Gateway and took another degraded toytown train to Canary Wharf. Don’t’ they realize that if I was late I’d find Charlie in Jones the bootmakes with 48 pairs of shoes boxed up and ready to pay for!..

So aside from a lovely evening with Ms Thang and two gorgeous South Africans, yesterday was a right-off..

After 18 years in this “glorious” city, I am finally coming to the realization that it’s a frickin DUMP and I’m over it and its shitty transport system!

The End.. Grrr

3 Simons and a PS2

2005-10-04T08:41:00.000Z

At the weekend I was invited to the country for a dinner party with some existing friends and to meet some new ones. It was all very civilised to begin with. Six men all eating a lovely dinner, putting the world to rights, each one making their mark with one poignant topic after another.

After dinner, one brave soul suggested that we perhaps play SingStar on the PS2. This was swiftly muted with various grumblings of

“Oh good lord no”

or

“Oh I can’t sing – please don’t make me sing”.

Even a

“Under no circumstances am I singing. I am tone deaf!”.

Add some wine

Add some more wine

Cut to 2 hours later and the very same 6 men are now screeching, wrestling microphones from each other hands with the conversation now having become

“Its my turn, give me that”

“What’s the point you can’t sing”

“How rude, I haven’t had a go in ages”

“I thought you were tone deaf!”

Hmm no surprises there then!

May i stick my finger through your hole?

2005-09-26T09:39:00.000Z

This morning i boarded a tube as usual. I was still quite asleep.

The doors closed, I looked up and I could see a rather non descript woman reading a Metro

What disturbed me most was that this woman was BEHIND the man immediately in front of me.

Why could I see this woman?

I was looking through the hole in the man's ear made by one of those ridiculous ear-ring things that are as big as napkin rings /cockrings (delete as apt) and I found myself frozen to the spot.

I could not continue the journey in that carriage. If I had stayed on, I would have projectile vomited through the hoop and onto the Metro of the woman behind.

Honestly, I know I come across as a bit conservative sometimes but please....

Still, I suppose I could have hung my dry-cleaning on it rather than carry it...

Every Little Helps....

2005-09-22T10:23:00.000Z

Ok, I'm not going to dare set myself up for the fall that is "why buy designer clothes"? - I'm not that stupid and without my "always right" dear friend Ashley to back me up, I know I'd get flustered and lose anyway..

BUT!!

This morning on my way to work, I saw a man with his son, walking towards the tube station. In true "Son & dad" manner, the dad being cool, had his sweater over his back with the arms draped round his neck and I could see the label.

The label was this...

Yes, next time I am in Tesco, I can pick up a Tesco Finest Soft cheese & salmon Terrine lunch selection and a sweater at the same time...

Every little helps!.........................................yeah right!

Ewww my PC must be broken

2005-09-21T11:58:00.000Z

My spell checker didn't have the word "Prada" in its dictionary.

"IT SUPPORT!, i need a new pc!"

oh shit, i am IT support

bugger

Blogging at 30,000 feet

2005-09-21T10:55:00.000Z

Its just gone 11:20pm. As I write this I am at 30,000 feet. Should land in about 45 mins.

What a 4 days. I think I've loaded up on brownie point with the parents, spent all my birthday money (and some) on Prada shoes, a shirt and some shorts. (oh how the comments will flow now)

Last time I was in Tenerife I was with Charlie and my ex. It felt odd but strangely calm without Michael there. No worrying when the next argument would happen.., or when he'd next sneak off for a cigarette, come back stinking of cheap Spanish fags, then lie to my face that he wasn't a smoker.... or praying that whatever came out of Charlie’s mouth next wouldn’t set him off on a sulk..... or perhaps.... hell, you get the idea

Only a matter of 7 weeks or so to go before I am back out again to surprise my grandmother for her birthday, although frankly the "get her to answer the door so I can surprise her" routine must even be wearing thin on her now…. Just coz she’s 80-ish doesn’t mean she has the memory span of a goldfish.

Oh well back to work tomorrow... Upload these Blogs... Dying to read Ashley's.. the man is a total undiscovered talent.

Hmm I think I will steal the in-flight safety card. Watch this space.. I see some re-working of it, hopefully to humours effect.

***UPDATE***

So we circled Gatwick for 40 mins, with a near switch to Stansted because of “poor visibility”. Fortunately we did land at Gatwick, then after abandoning waiting for the South-eastern train, the Gatwick Express took a little over an hour – Apparently the last one of the night gets held up with engineering works – little note for your travel planners there!

I got home at 3:30am!....

Guess how alert and smiley I am today ?

Row row row your boat.... (Gently over a large waterfall, if you don’t mind!!)

2005-09-20T10:18:00.000Z

So it would seem after my prissy outburst yesterday that the gods have conspired to humble me…. (That or Tourette has been using his voodoo doll again)

Firstly, I was wrong about the ‘no bras before 7pm’ rule. Apparently its not a requirement at all, in fact the more free to swing and knock you over, the better. Honestly some of these women could have a mammogram and a pedicure at the same time!

So, back to the revenge of the gods.. We went out for a simply divine dinner to celebrate my mum’s birthday. The restaurant was perfect.. Gazpahco, chateaubriand, crepe suzette and perfect red wine. Alas from that point onward it sort of went downhill..

As it was nearing midnight was we walked into town, one of the party decided it would be really good fun to drag us all into an IRISH ELVIS bar. Now I've nothing against the Irish (apart from the ones that speak like Jim McDonald from Corrie) and I could care less about Elvis, but the two together, combined with a pub where is was the law to chain smoke, have no air con and no ice made me feel as comfortable as a b@stard at a family reunion

I felt myself turning in Karen Walker – “Honey don’t touch me!”

Midnight came, my mother was dragged onto the stage while old Elvis O’Reilly sang ‘Falling in love with you’...how touching...

Having escaped that bar, we then got a cab to another one called Bananas…. yes you can tell by the name that this one is going to be classy... Sure enough it was a chip shop, kebab shop and bar combined into one, complete with outside plastic furniture.

At this point I lost the will to live and WALKED HOME...*

Someone remind me again why I am here and not living it up in London with Alex???????

PS in reference to today’s title, I am trying to have an afternoon nap and some neighbouring kid has a new toy which plays nursery tunes at the same volume as a fat-boy-slim concert. If I hear Merrily we roll along or Baa baa black sheep one more time, I'll swing for it!

* I don’t do walking. I especially don’t do walking up-hill. And I really really don’t do walking up very very steep hills in 80% humidity and 34 degrees centigrade!

TAXI !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Heifers Tits & Fags (not to be confused with the Cher song)

2005-09-19T10:09:00.000Z

So its my mums birthday on 18th Sept. This part of the year is always tricky. My good friend Alex has a birthday on the same day and its that age old decision, piss off your friend or piss off your mother. Written like that, its fairly easy to decide what to do (sorry mum), but on this occasion, I decided to fly out to Tenerife to surprise her.

Those of you know me well, know I don’t fly economy on anything over 4 hours, so thank GOD Tenerife is 4 hours 20 mins (phew) and boy was I glad I stuck to my guns on this flight.

There were 280 economy seats and 10 Club Europe on this little airbus. A 25 minute delay in departure gave me time to assess the passengers.

Instantly my eye was drawn to a 5ft, pot-bellied Chav bellowing at the top of his voice in an accent that would have made any Pearly King proud. “naaaah am at the ayypoowt, goiiin on me olidaays mate”. His 30 stone, ‘make up applied by cement mixer’ wife was hiding under her cardigan as the entire departure lounge were forcibly tuned in to this bellow.

Needless to say, the gate opened and I think I left carpet burns to be first down the air gate and onto the plane. We took off, curtain closed, hot towel applied…

Ahh Sanctuary.

But what’s this ??!!! One of Chavvy's friends, Ermentrude the Heifer, decides to come through aforementioned curtain to use our loo!. 10 passengers look at each other, at her (think Pat Butcher with double the makeup & Lt Uhuru earrings), then look at the stewardess who has her back to us whilst arranging some magazines.

There is a pause... Breath is held.... Its almost slow motion as she reaches for the door... Then like a bolt of lighting, “excuse me madam, bathrooms are at the rear of the aircraft”.. 10 collective sighs and 1 look of Eva Braun later, normality returns.

In no time at all we land and I am then confronted with the wall of smoke that is 'the Spanish'.. Thankfully with only hand luggage I can race past to the taxi rank and avoid most of it… Where else in the world can you go into a pharmacy and be served an asthma pump by a clinician with a lit cigar hanging out his trap??

I’m now laying by the pool and it seems since I was last here a law has been past forbidding women to wear a bra before 7pm.. I've never seen so many breasts in my life. Its like tit soup in the pool!

How rude

Poison Ivy

2005-09-15T11:02:00.000Z

It would seem, sometimes that no matter how hard I try, I just manage to fuck it up!

Take last night for example. It was one of my dear friend's birthdays and we had arranged to go to The Ivy... that culinary delight which you are normally guaranteed to see such gems as Michael Winner next to you.

I'd been looking forward to it for weeks as the last time me and said friend had arranged to go, that went tits-up (as well)

Out of the blue I get an email the day before which when surmised, said, "I didn't confirm our table in time so they have released it"... almost in the tone of "oh well, how about Starburger instead?"

Oh no!.. I wasn't having any of that!... One email and a phone call later, aforementioned reservation was re-instated!

I bring this joyous news to birthday girl via email only to get a reply that says "I'm not dressed for The Ivy now, I'm not in the mood... besides one of my friends said she'll meet for a drink and she can't afford it anyway"..

ok, now I'm mildly annoyed... deep breath, count to 10... Yes ok it is her birthday and she should be the focus, but it was also mine a few days before and this was a joint event. I've suddenly gone from birthday friend to "The happy restaurant booker"

Anyway, long story short, the email exchange escalated into a row, culminating in me being called many things, none of which included the words "kind, generous, thoughtful", or "and I'll love the birthday cake you specially arranged"... The words "fucking ungrateful bitch" formed in my head but fortunately didn't make it past my mouth....

So there I am with 1 hour to go before the gastronomic pleasure that is my favorite restaurant... with no dining guest, a HUGE amount of angst and the prospect of a miserable evening ahead..

"calm down dear, its only a restaurant"

Birthday weekend

2005-09-12T20:22:00.000Z

This weekend just gone I had.... a 55 minute full body massage, a Citrus Body Glow, Rasul Mud Chamber treatment, a Clarins facial, Thalassotherapy, as well as swimming, steaming and generally lolloping about in a new fluffy cotton robe..

On top of that, I was upgraded to a suite, had premiere therapists for every treatments and generally was treated like a...................................... King!

I turned 36 and went to Champneys, Forest Mere.. I didn't want to leave... There wasn't enough movable furniture in the suite to barricade the door...

I think I floated home

Its worth it.

Hello

Where am I?

(sigh...)

There was an old woman who swallowed a fly.......

2005-09-08T07:14:00.000Z

Whether she dies or not is immaterial, I'm much more concerned with whether I will now

Having lambasted restaurants (and my own mother) for keeping products past their sell-by date, its clear to discover that perhaps I didn't fall far from that tree afterall..

I just had a glass of sugar free Ribena that I found at the back of a cupboard

Suddenly the colour has drained from my face as I stare first at my empty glass and secondly at this label on the back of the bottle.

Dis-service with attitude

2005-09-06T10:45:00.000Z

I am not happy today.

I was very happy this morning.. up at 6 like a lark (or other lark-type thing that gets up early), in the pool by 6:45am, Waitrose smoothie bar by 8:15am and on my way home to pick up my work stuff and head in. Didn't go directly to work from gym today because urgent package was due to arrive at home.

What's this??! no package?.. no post... no "you may or may not have been out but we couldn't be arsed to carry the package to your door so here is a card to force you to drive to collect what is rightfully my job to deliver" card...

I ring my supplier.... "Oh we sent via D.H.L (now formally known as D.H.ell)

I check D.H.ell website. My internal package which had to travel from Lambeth to Canada Water (approx 2 miles) went on a 5 day trip via heathrow, still hasn't arrived, the driver has gone out on his rounds today with no mobile, no van printer, in fact no means of communication whatsoever. He will now try again to deliver while I am at work and probably not leave a card again.

so today I am angry... see... no humour in my tone at all..

What would my good friend Tourette say??.. oh I know

"Cunts! the lot of em!"

Good day

Grrr

Its not every day....

2005-09-02T12:10:00.000Z

....that a 70 year old woman says to me "I'm just going to insert my finger in your anus"

Its even less frequent that I reply "Oh, go on then"

Yes, after years of being told I was "full of shit", I finally decided to take all this advice i'd heard and have a colonhydrotherapy session.

There is something altogether unsettling about laying on a bed in a powder blue paper gown, trying to protect one's modesty by holding the gown from flying up, yet not 15 inches further round, a hose is attached to you like something from The Borg.

I can't say it was utterly painless but the humiliation factor far outweighed any physical pain until eventually, there I was chattering away to this amazing woman who looked like she was in her late 40s, about life the universe and the fact she could see "I chew my food well".. oh dear - right back to the top of the embarrassing scale... and so it went on..... and on..... and on....

40 minutes later, i'm still laying there thinking that by now, my whole colon must have come out the pipe (well at least i'll be a few pounds lighter!)...

Then its over, as suddenly as it began. Not 30 minutes later, I am dressed, down Bond St, in Selfirdges and sitting at Yo Sushi, watching the conveyor belt going round and reflecting on what just happened..

My my... what an experience

I'm now left with only 2 decisions

1) Do I go back again in 8 weeks and continue this therapy
2) Do I risk allowing comments to this post for fear of the ensuing comedic responses brining down the Blogger servers

We shall see.......

"Grey eggs?! - is that an Arab custom?"

2005-08-31T10:11:00.000Z

..or alternatively, "Sell-by dates - part 2"

ok so for some bizarre reason, I took it into my head last night that I needed a bit of a tan. Having decided against using the old cancer-beds with the promise of skin as smooth as leather in later life, I opted to fake it. And me being me, of course had to use the supposed best - St Tropez.

Me being me, also decided all this at 11pm when it was too late to go out and get some but hurrah! what luck, I found a whole 3-step kit in a drawer in my bathroom. What I didn't realize until all my skin turned GREY, was just how long it had been in my bathroom drawer! So its been a few years since I last used said St Tropez Step3 tanning mousse. I couldn't see an expiry date on it. Perhaps when the first few pumps came out gritty, I should have been more self aware?.. and perhaps I just carried on smearing grey mousse all over my face and body.

I looked in the mirror to admire my streak-free handy work only to see the Spitting Image puppet of John Major looking back at me, well except he didn't have black hands. At this point, only mild panic set in.. I tried to scrub my hands.. no change... medium panic now... I tried with exfoliator to scrub my hands... no change.... now faced with the prospect of going to work looking like a Covent Garden mime artist posing as a statue, full-on max panic washed over me.. I leapt in a single bound into the shower with that "Noooooooooooo" noise that Oliver Hardy would made when a grand piano was hurtling downstairs heading directly for him!

I 'd guess I spent about 40-45 mins in the shower with the loofah........ then I decided to wash ;-) Another hour later, when I felt that seeing bone was perhaps an exfoliation too far, I dried off and faced the mirror again. Moderate success indeed. Now all I need is to cover my entire body in foundation for the next 10-12 days and I’ll be fine.

Note to self - throw away any bottle or tube in bathroom that still has price in old money on it!

A bag is for life...

2005-08-28T20:29:00.000Z

..not just for shoving in a cupboard..

Ok, so I want to know if this "Bag for Life" that Waitrose and probably many other less salubrious supermarkets provide, really is for life - or... yes OR!... is it just another marketing gimmick to make you feel good but buy even more stuff which you can cram in because these babies can take 8 tones of shopping before the handles snap.. in fact there is more chance of your fingers needing amputated from loss of blood, that these bags breaking..

... anyway I digress...

I go to Waitrose, I load my basket, get in the queue behind the old lady that takes 48 minutes to buy the 2 staple items (hairnets and dog food), load my stuff into my BFL, walk home with that richeous feeling that the 10p I spent on the bag is doing my bit for recycling......... then I shove it in a drawer with the other 411 BFL!.. well I say drawer, they have now taken up residence in a cupboard that my original built-in freezer used to occupy (RIP).

Then I go back to the shop and do it all again...?!?!?!?!!?!?

Not cutting the mustard!

2005-08-24T09:10:00.000Z

In the catalogue of things that annoy me (Volume 7), I have a particular gripe with restaurants who just “top up” the sauces, mustards and other condiments by that concise catering term “slopping a bit more on the top”

There is nothing more alarming, (well there is of course but humour me for a moment), than opening a jar of, lets say wholegrain mustard, eating half your delicious fillet steak, then noticing that the sell-by date on the jar is July 2003!

Ok, granted - when I opened the jar, it was full to the neck so what I used was probably brand new, but good lord, how old is the product at the bottom of the jar? Ewww!

This disgraceful practise is not confined to your average Old Compton St, “Back door Deirdre” restaurant either!... my own mother has been known to harbour jars of olives, sauces, pastes etc all with a dates that were millennium compliant for the wrong reasons!! – I have even been known to arrive home in Scotland, drag the Brabantia (well did you think I would visit, if she didn’t have one as well?) over to the cupboard and breathe new life into those shelves!. To this day, I’m convinced she hides things just before I arrive!..

So think on, next time you’re in your local eatery!.. Don’t be too cocky when you think you’re opening that “brand new” bottle of Ketchup… check that date!

How very rude!

My brain is empty today.. I think I must have Altzh……..

2005-08-23T14:18:00.000Z

……….no, I’ve forgotten

Things you don't need to see at 7am

2005-08-19T10:13:00.000Z

I consider myself quite a fair person, someone with a relatively strong constitution, but even I was somewhat taken aback this morning when I walked out of a shower cubicle at the gym, headed towards my locker to be "cut up" by some middle aged man with a blamange arse, waddling towards the steam room. Now before the PC brigade fire up their "Mr Outraged of Doncaster" routine... THAT wasn't what made me gag...

It was the sight of this delightful little 5'6 man walking (thankfully) away from me with the most perfect impression of a toilet seat on his butt. SO perfect and red, it looked like he had either been sat there for 2 weeks, or someone had beaten him really hard with the loo seat.. Neither vision is something I ever want to focus on again.

Almost put me off my smoothie!... how rude!

Let me tell you about Louise..

2005-08-16T11:06:00.000Z

I have inherited the name Louise... No that's not some pervy secret, nor is it how I like to be referred to at the weekend..

Indeed, the name Louise tends mostly to be used as an insult between myself and that sweet angelic lady Charlie, who was mentioned many posts ago.. but where did it come from I hear you ask?.. (oh you didn't ask?.. tough.. be quiet and pay attention)

In a prior working life there used to be a very pretty young woman called Louise. Despite the fact this is quite complimentary, I still think I should spare her the indignity of plastering her surname over the net - the idea of her walking down the street with people pointing and whispering "look, that her" may not go down well..

anyhoo.. Pretty and slim and fit and blonde and..and...and.. etc as Louise was, her diet ( and I used the word literally) was ....shall we say dull?... or shall we say it would make even the staunchest vegan sneer ?..

The truth of the matter, is that Louise actually ate quite normally. The REAL problem was that Charlie and I ate like it was prohibition, then put on weight, then needed a scapegoat so who could we pick?... who was the slimmest, prettiest, likeable girl in the office that we could bring down?..

Just at that moment Louise walked in and as I offered her something (can't remember - cake, toast, side of wildebeest) she politely declined as she was full.!

Charlie & I started at each other with that fixed look of "Did she just refuse food?".....followed by "She can't be right in the head".... followed by "I bet she gets full on a grape".... "bitch".....

From that moment on, poor Louise was doomed... as far as we were concerned she was boring... didn't eat, didn't drink, got full on a lettuce leaf... etc

But don't get me wrong, we didn't dislike her or anything.. we were just fiercely jealous of her willpower and healthy lifestyle... Or as it computed to us, "that t-total bitch who gets full on a grape"...

So hence forth, anyone on a diet, a detox, a purge, a health kick, even a "No I'm not in the mood for a drink today", is branded..... " A Louise"

I discovered this yesterday when I called Charlie to tell her how well I was doing on my new regime... I could tell she was overjoyed for me when she said "Shut up Louise, you're boring me, goodbye!"... HOW RUDE!

I feel pretty and witty and ...

2005-08-15T11:53:00.000Z

...hey!

This last week has been odd. This dammed book has had mega changes rippling through the way I operate. It seem very weird but aside from the bad headaches of my body trying to cling on to any last trace of caffeine and alcohol in me, the rest is definitely a plus...

I find myself looking at people differently too... On the tube, a tall skinny mother was appeasing her gobshite brat with a bag of skittles. The child was barely 8 years old yet had a pot belly and a double chin. It certainly didn't add to the appearance of the already chubby face which looked like she'd been chasing parked cars. Then there was the toddler, and I mean push-chair age child with his little McDonalds Happy Meal balloon on the escalator..

Its really weird. Whereas before I would scan the thousands of people who walk past me in an almost automatic "nice face, tits too big, ooh nasty blouse, mmm nice goatee, wow he's blessed" sort of thing.. now I seem to focus on how they carry themselves, what they are eating, wondering "if they are they happy?" type thoughts.

So it would seem all along that the obvious culprits of fat, salt, sugar and the whole calorie debate, is not to blame for our ever expanding addictions, not to mention our waistlines.. the real culprit is Carbs. An no I'm not going to go all Atkins on your ass.... It's just an observation...

Hmm more on this later me thinks...

Now where did I put that Bounty..

Its the times... and they're a changin

2005-08-10T13:45:00.000Z

Ok, barely halfway through this new book (what do you mean "what book"? - read the whole blog you lazy bitch)... anyway... So something in my head has clicked and I am now a man on a mission. Which is a surprising thing to say because in the past, any life altering change to my diet or wellbeing was usually prefaced by some but usually all of the following...

1 - move large Brabantia in front of Fridge (if you don't know what a Brabantia is then please leave now, you sad pedal-bin person)

2) - get behind fridge

3) - tip fridge forward so that entire contents fall into Brabantia

4) - repeat with all free standing food cupboards

5) - repeat with all wall mounted cabinets (somewhat trickier I can tell you)

6) - Join a new* gym

7) - Make a huge song & dance about new regime to anyone who will listen

8) - When it fails after 3 days and you are caught by a work-mate tipping a whole bag of Toffee Crisp Clusters into your mouth at once, pretend everyone you know is speaking a foreign language when they ask you how your new diet is going

* joining a new gym is not enough, it must be a bigger and better gym with more facilities. I am now paying over £148 a month for the premiere suite in the largest gym Europe. You see I could possibly make it a full time job, just joining new health clubs. I could even lose weight just from all the applications and checking them out

.. in THIS instance, I’ve done none of that. I am almost on autopilot, buying healthy food, actually spending time preparing it and most horrifically, eating it without a side order of mini battenbergs (god bless ya Mr Kipling).

Time will tell. I can always delete this blog and pretend you speak a foreign language if it all goes tits up and you mention it. - How rude!

Life's not always a bowl of cherries

2005-08-08T23:04:00.000Z

...or a Big Mac or a cheesecake, for that matter. But my life seems to consist of not much else..

Yeah, you may wanna skip this one. Its not my usually witty paragraph, or my scathing insight into the latest facet in my life that's bugged me, amused me, enraged me etc.. This is an unhappy BLOG for a change..

Tonight when I left work at 6:25pm, I got to Angel, descended the escalator to the northern line and my eye caught the picture of what can only be described as "a little bit of heaven". Ok so to the common eye it was a tube ad advertising a book, and there was a doughnut on the front cover of the book... ah but to the trained eye, that was not just a doughnut.. oh no-sir-ee, that was a Krispy Kreme... the king of them all.

The book was titled "The hungry years" by William Leith and being my ever spontaneous self I got to the bottom of the down escalator, went back up the next one and walked to Borders to buy it (along with Dr Gillian's "You are what you eat" - yes ok, gimme a break)...

It wasn't till I sat on the tube and started reading, that I realized just HOW unhappy I am. I wasn't even halfway down page 2, when a drop of water hit the page. It almost startled me I was so engrossed in the book already. Every word written between that page and a half rang a bell so loud in my ear that I'd not notice the droplets were my own tears.

I closed the book and continued the journey in expressionless silence.

I feel there will be more on this topic...

Are you an alcoholic when....

2005-08-07T18:28:00.000Z

...you wash down hangover paracetamol with a can of pre-made Pimms & Lemonade???

Just a thought...

Things that really annoy me - Pt 1- "Its a crapper"

2005-08-04T15:34:00.000Z

Feminist Toilet Seats!!!

what's that all about?.. As moany as some women can be about how a loo seat "should" always be in the down position, I take HUGE exception to discovering a loo that has a "seat with attitude".
You know the type - no matter what you do, how you position it, it almost stares at you ready to slam down and either break your flow, or worse still - cause you to react like a schizophrenic fireman on "k" who has just been told by all 8 voices in his head (at once) "no the fire is over here!... here!... here!...over here!"
Net result - slamming noise, people outside sniggering, wet floor, steam coming from ears.

SO I say NO! to feminist toilet seats!

Homo for the holidays

2005-08-03T15:31:00.000Z

Ok, I had a bit of a scare the other night whilst at home in Scotland. I'm pretty sure its all my own fault but it still needs to be exorcised. Dreams... yes that vast array of incredible brain activity that's going on in the inside, when usually on the outside, ones face resembles that of a bells palsy sufferer (complete with dribble)..

I am known only for ever having nightmares. Anything from a short one that just involves little mild sadness to full on 6 hour bloody hunting with monsters - wake up screaming types. I've become used to it. I even sometimes know that after the combination of lack of sleep, a truckle of cheese & a vat of port that a really good one will be brewing, but nothing, and I mean nothing prepared me for the random horror that was my dream 3 nights ago.

It was very short and very very real.

The only point I remember is that Tania Turner was having sex with me. I should also point out this stage that not only do I have nothing against Zöe Lucker - she's very sexy!, !. or indeed any other cast member from Footballer's Wives. I have even as yet only ever met women called Tanya who were very very beautiful, be it Tania Brier, Tania Yelland etc etc so I have no idea where this came from. i really am a man's man and i can't see that changing, no matter how stunning (or how fabulous their nails are)

Perhaps its time I cut down on the cheese before bed.?

The hills are alive, with the sound of...

2005-08-03T12:09:00.000Z

...teenage mother's screaming obscenities to their equally pre-pubescent "partners", right across from my windows. Indeed I work in a charming area, known as Islington, specifically Angel and I can assure you now that if I didn't risk being gagged and beaten by the "right-on" police, I'd have a few choice statements to make which would include the words "bomb" and "Angel"

Yes, across the street from me is a unit where teenage couples can go and live in a prime EC1 location at taxpayer's expense to be "cared for". So far in the few weeks I have been here, I see men (well I assume if they have a gun and a knife they must be 18?) in wifebeater tops screaming language at their girlfriends that would even make Mr Tourette blush (see http://memyselfmrtourette.blogspot.com/). No one is usually spared from this tirade, not the infant screaming next to them, not the passer by, not the man who has just returned to his car to find it approx 3-4kg lighter because some spotty 12 year old has smashed the window and helped themselves to the laptop.

I guess this is what's called "Community"

Time to come home...

2005-08-01T23:12:00.000Z

The following day was a bit hazy but overall it was positive. Sure, I woke up with a mouth like Ghandi's flip flop and despite the first mirror I looked in reflecting back the classic black & white mug-shot of Myra Hindley, I was able to tame the hair, brush the pearlys, get some moisture into my gasping dehydrated pores and stumble into the kitchen of Cam's mum's house.

2 Lorne sausage in rolls later and a mug of tea, radiance once more beamed from me and I was ready for the day ahead.. Charlie materialized looking exactly the same as she did when she'd gone to bed - cow!, and we were soon on our way to Fraserburgh to collect my grandmother who had been mercilessly dumped there by my parents the previous Thursday - something about a staff reunion for all the women who had worked in this Rolls Royce engine factory during the war... I whisked her into the car and after a small pit-stop for the best tasting ice cream in the world bar none, we headed back the A98 for something a little short of 2 hours

After dinner in a local hotel and yet more alcohol, we crashed for the night... a short but busy day..

A significant conversation occurred between Charlie and my mother concerning me and my sexuality and this, I have to say, needs further investigation (!)

Thought for the day: I really do need to get my jaw wired!

At first I was afraid.....I was petrified

2005-07-31T17:50:00.000Z

...then I realized my singing was likely to leave ALL the other people, infinitely more afraid.. but all that is later...

After my good sleep in which Cirque du Soleil cast trampolining on my bed, would not have arisen me from my slumber, I awoke very refreshed..

SO what else is one to do in the north of Scotland on a Saturday, but of course go to Inverness and buy clothes? Dur!. I am quite possibly the best and certainly the most traveled customer of a gent's clothes shop in Inverness called Poshaac. I think it means "sharp dressed man" in a particular Asian language and believe me, when you look like a small elephant, all that rubbish about "clothes do not maketh the man" is a load of old bollox. some of us need all the help we can get!

Once again, the Beverly Hillbillies crammed into my mother's merc convertible and off we went. I left my mum & Charlie to go shopping in "Emelda Marcos World" while I dragged my poor father to Poshaac with me and spent 87 hours trying on the entire store. I only went in to return a pair of jeans but managed to come out with a Paul Smith bag, John Richmond Jeans and an Etienne Ozeki shirt, not to mention a very warm Egg Card!

Met up with the girls. Charlie had managed to buy more than me so she got one of my looks!, then lunch in M&S before heading home. So far so good... oh how naive we were are we drove, how messy the evening would become.

Part of my main reason for coming up on this trip, was to see my dearest friend Dianne who is 6 months pregnant. Being the good friend i am, I needed to see her to (a) remind her she was now fat and (b) check out her husband-to-be - again (well I didn't get a good enough look the first time).. At the same time my friends Cameron & Nigel invited us to join a 40th birthday at a local hotel so we all agreed to meet there for a small glass of water and a dry ryvita (ahem) and having already wolfed down a slab of my mum's home made lasagne which could easily have stopped the Titanic from sinking, that's really all I was able for.

None the less, Charlie and I arrived, tipped a bucket of G&T's or in my case JD&C down our throats until the shock of the pineapple & cheese on sticks buffet was a distant blur. After a boogie or two, they announced karaoke was about to start.

Oh dear.. At this point I need to say I am one of those people who is terrified of singing, despite being told I actually have a decent voice. Alas I am also one of those people who once they have sung their first song, trying to remove the microphone from my hand is akin to removing a fillet steak from a starving rabbid dog, so after my one flaky start, I was extremely non-plussed to find the limelight being hogged by the guy who owned the karaoke kit. How rude!

So by 1am it was back to Cam's house for more drink where we put the world to wrongs and by 4:45am I fell into bed extremely content that i'd had the folloiwng plus points to the day

1) No horrid calls from my ex
2) No nasty texts from my ex
3) A nice text from "Kev, the guy I mentioned yesterday who after reflecting on the whole "my ex" thing, decided perhaps I wasn't the one to blame after all.
4) I have nice new purchases
5) I had drunk a quantity of Jack Daniels which would boost Mr Daniel's share price and had no hangover!

All in all.. a good day.

Time-check: 5am. Oh god, I've been wearing my DKNY underwear back to front all day. What a spacker!

and sleep zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

some people....

2005-07-30T17:21:00.000Z

...really get on my tits!

Yesterday was a another mad dash.. get "fever-boy" ready for his interview, pack my bag for Scotland - another easier-said-than-done task. So as to avoid any hold-luggage, I use only a small cabin bag which as yet only seems to have "reverse tardis" qualities... ie after 2 socks and an iPod its bursting at the seams!.. ok so I leave the peach bridesmaids dress and all the tiaras - I doubt i'll get to wear them much up there anyway and my mother will only "tut"

So cab arrives (do you really think I was going to take luggage on a humid tube train? - I think not). My housemate comes with us and all 3 set off into the city, like The Beverly Hillbillies except in Hugo Boss

I'm the last drop (how rude!) and I get to work... easy day.... am so excited about getting on that plane that nothing will spoil it (yeah right).. Even meeting my ex (see the "Exit pursued by a bear" entry in this blog, way back at the very first entry - http://theblondandi.blogspot.com) isn't going to bring me down. he wants to see me to give me something - better be a letter of apology and not a bomb! - ok bad taste given recent events

The first delivery from my batch of new laptops arrives... mmm sexy.. I can see I will get no work done today now.. time to play - I mean set up.. cough ahem...

I have a quick coffee outside with Wayne from next door - he is SO cute, thats a story for another entry... I decide its best that Dusty (my ex) doesn't come to the office to drop off this "whatever it is" or he may make a scene and humiliate me.. NO WAY!. I text him and say we'll meet in Starbucks

{This is paragraph 6. Remember for later :) - We meet.. and to cut a long story short, more because I can feel my heckles rising, he blurts out what he has to say, a combination of "I think I still love you but you were to blame".. nice double whammy that. As usual, he manages to extract information from me that's best left alone and has subsequently managed to piss off more people I either care about or were a new friend that I was cultivating a relationship with. Fortunately for me, the friends know what he's like and its water off a ducks back. Perhaps the same may not be said for all, but right now, thats not my problem any more.

Taxi arrives to pick me up at 4:45 (see above re traveling with luggage) and I head for Victoria. I'm there before Charlie (she is probably buying more shoes) and I have to remember not to run with a bag in case i'm shot at by the police. I seem to be stalked by a man dressed as a Cornish Pastie who is giving out leaflets (note to self, NEVER EVER complain about my job again)

Charlie finally arrives and we board the nearest 1st class carriage. Now, you don't know much about Charlie yet but you will in Blogs to come... She is a very English lady with very strong views somewhere to the right of Attila the hun. This combined with being the opposite of a shy retiring wall flower, makes her a bit of a force to behold. As a result, most straight men are terrified of her. SO anyway, we board the train, she sees a piece of luggage unattended and rightfully asks the entire carriage "whose bag is this"?.. Despite being Scottish, I become very very English, blush and try to shush her up. By now a man outside the train has banged on the window to indicate the bag is his. She then proceeds to lecture him (through the glass) on how stupid this is during the heightened security. I, of course am now 3 foot high and mortified with shame. I've already legged it through the connecting door to the other carriage, where I hide in a seat. Needless to say she follows through all smiley as ever, good deed done for the day and wiping the blood off her hands.

The journey is great. non stop train, non stop check-ng as I printed our boarding cards at home, through fast-track security and into the exec lounge. 4 large bloody marys and a mound of sandwiches later i'm ready for bed.

After a slight 30 min delay on the tarmac because Inverness is low priority on the take off slots as usual, we depart. What a cramped flight! it was so full!

at this point I need to stop my blog.. my mother is bellowing up the stairs that my breakfast is ready... ahh the home life!.. more later

ahh thats better.. so we land, get through to my home town, drop, unpack and have a drink thrust into our hands within 10 minutes - all is well....

UNTIL... the texts started arriving from one of the guys mentioned in the conversation way back in paragraph 6, we'll call him Kev for now. It intimated that i had been less than discreet about given conversations which simply wasn't true. As usual, a titbit was turned into a feast in true dramatic style. I am now angry. Net result, said guy thinks its best we no longer communicate. Normally at this point i would pester him till he fully understood the truth but you know what?.... bollocks. I have a lot of really close friends who love me. If someone chooses to believe the tat that can spew from someone else's mouth because it has more dramatic clout to it, then their issue.

It was now late and the combination of the mamoth, well not so much "Bloody Mary" as "Jesus Fucking Christ Mary!" (50/50 vodka/tomato juice) i'd had in the airport lounge, the G&T on the plane and the rather ample JD&C my dad had poured me, kicked off the slumber mode...

I slept like a baby on night-nurse (and by that i don't mean Baby Jane Hudson! - how rude)

The High Life...

2005-07-29T15:41:00.000Z

...no its not that wonderful airline comedy featuring Alan Cummings, although sometimes my life does playout like a desperate pantomime but that's another story...

annnyhoo

so what a busy 24 hours... having left work yesterday to rush home, switch into full Bree VanDeKamp mode, get the dining room ready for a residents meeting AND wonderwoman spin into something presentable so as to gracefully drape over a chaise-long ready for a young man who was coming to visit me from Manchester.

well it didn't pan out exactly like that .. . I rushed out of here late..(quell frickin surprise), I board the mobile steam rooms, Northern an Jubilee and arrive home looking like the love child of Bernard Manning & Rose West... oh and for those of you under 35, that's NOT a good look.

So I meet little ... well lets call him Matt for the purposes of anonymity. He's cute despite him claiming that his friends say he looks like Eddie Izzard!.. we get to mine, order a takeaway as my fridge made Old Mother Hubbards cupboard look like a fully stocked european hypermarket - I swear there was an echo!

Matt obediently watches TV, plays with his laptop, reads and generally takes up no room at all. I on the other hand am now just out of the shower, robe hanging off one shoulder, Phillis Diller Hair, a mouthful of shredded beef with chilli + chopsticks hanging out of my mouth, tripping over the guest cats, answering the door to the residents ready for the meeting and kinda NOT ready. Matt casually flicks the pages of my latest T3 and I curse his serenity

So, all that goes well, meeting meeting meeting, chat chat chat, ok now get out of my house so I can flirt with boy wonder on the couch.. thanks goodbye, ooh nasty blouse!, oops did I think that out loud?

Matt decides that from my MGM library of 40 million DVD's he would like to watch Clue. Yes Clue, the 80's comedy starring Tim Curry, Madeline Khan, Lesley Anne-Warren, Christop..... oh sorry, you don't give a rats ass do you?.. Now don't get me wrong, I've nothing against the film. The scene where "The Singin Telegram" girls get blown away just CANNOT pass without a belly-laugh, but it must be the 19th time I've seen it (inc ALL the endings).. SO we watch...

In the time it takes from "bang" to "whodunit" he has developed a fever and I spend the night in bed hugging a small human shaped blast furnace.. nice!

Time-check: 2am - phone call from my mate Dave.. drunk.. looking for a bar where he can put a credit card behind. "The number you require is.... and that will be 80p you git!"

snuggle up to blast furnace again, well, rather the only bit of him that seems tepid by comparison (schtumm - say no more) ;-)

Time check: 3am- phone receives picture video message... I'm too drowsy by this point to lift my arm and drift off..

Thursday 28th July 2005

2005-07-28T13:55:00.000Z

a day like so many others.. Having decided last night i was going to try and "get back into that early morning gym thing" (yeah man), i of course overslept and woke up too late for a work out. Determined not to be a total failure i managed to get to the Torture Palace in time for a swim.

No time for a steam today (bum!), so with my Waitrose strawberry, banana & yougurt smoothie in my hand and a semi smug grin at having achieved something by 8:30am, i headed off to the DLR, then the tube (since when did Janette Krankie work on the Northern line btw?)

If i'm brutally honest, and i do promise to try to be, or whats the point, i have done absolutley bugger all today. I am not in the mood.. All i can think of is getting on that plane to Scotland tomorrow after work... home..family.... friends....(one of them 6 months pregnant), and lots of rest and alcohol.. ahh

Ok so its 1:48pm and i've eaten some M&S healthy salad with chicken strips and a balsamic dressing.. bloody buggery pumkin seeds and bollocky sunflower seeds sprinkled ont top...how lucky am i?.. jeeez i could murder a whopper (although the least said about that at lunch time, the better! ;-) - All i can say, this bloody new "me" better start showing results fast, and i don't mean i want to see the Beechgrove garden hanging out my hoop later with all this foliage i'm eating! -

Ahh..my very good friend Mr Tourette (well thats not his name of course, but with what i'll write about him over the coming months potentially at best pissing him off, and at worst landing him inside, i feel its best we'll just refer to him as that or MT for short), .. he'd be so proud of me. Little does he know, i'm still so hungry i may just put parmesan on my own arm & chew it off...

In the beginning...

2005-07-28T13:06:00.000Z

Wow, what a title.. I knew I should have been a copywriter.

So what's a 'wrong side of 30' year old, Scottish bloke got to say about himself?

Well still not having limbered up to a state where I am ready to pour out my innermost feelings, I guess the first few entries will be pretty "safe". I've already told my friends they are likely to feature in this and if they want pseudonyms to supply them now before issuing me with libel writs after the event coz I know I won't be holding back once I get going....

Yes indeed the names will be change to protect the innocent, the guilty, and in some cases, the down-right filthy!

So... down to business...

The first one

2005-07-28T12:45:00.000Z

This isn't really a blog entry

I just wanna play with the format and see how it looks

COme back later