I really should be blogging

But I can't think of anything remotely entertaining to write. Not that that's stopped me previously I know.

Had another job interview today but I was really rubbish. Really rubbish. They seemed like nice chaps, the blokes who interviewed me, but I didn't prepare & I dried. I was so very blah darlings. Still, it was nice to have the afternoon off on such a lovely sunny day. The doom mongers at the met office are already putting a dampener on things though. "Oooh it'll soon be winter! Only a couple of weeks until the equinox & the sun sets even earlier! Its the end of summer! Doom! Doom!" Miserable bastards can't let us enjoy it for a minute.

Anyway, I consoled myself with a strawberries & cream frappuccino from Starbucks and flicked through a free Guardian that a young man had thrust at me in the station. I didn't bother to read my lezzie mags I'd picked up from Clone Zone. That's to come later. I did feel a tad out of place striding up Canal Street in my suit. Round here Power Lesbians are those who don't have enough disposable income (think about it*). No Rebecca Loos pounced on me ravenously though if she had I'd have hit her with my handbag, the minty whore. I did take a spare pair of comfortable shoes with me so if any dykes had doubted my credentials I could've flashed my M&S best at them with a knowing wink.

I got a nice surprise in my post on Saturday. A 20 quid voucher for HMV courtesy of the Metro newspaper. They have an annual survey that I signed up for this year & every couple of months they give away vouchers. I never thought I'd win anything (& I never do) so I did a big woo hoo! when I opened the letter. Now if only I could win the lottery.

* Yes it really is the lamest joke ever isn't it?