A womans perogative

For answer number 4 I should have said 'Robert'.

One of those meme things

Ever so slightly nicked from Adriana's site but its something to do isn't it?

1. When you look at yourself in the mirror, what's the first thing you look at? My face probably & then I wince.

2. How much cash do you have on you? A fiver

3. What's a word that rhymes with "TEST"? Breast

4. Favorite plant? A nice fragrant rose

5. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your cell phone? My mum

6. What is your main ring tone on your phone? 'Higher Plane'

7. What shirt are you wearing? A Lambretta t-shirt

8. Name the brand of your shoes you're currently wearing. Not wearing any - I've got Totes Toasties socks on though

9. Bright or Dark Room? Somewhere in between

10. What do you think about the person who took this survey before you? That she's a lovely lady with great taste

11. What were you doing at midnight last night? Eating takeaway curry & watching Patch Adams with my best mate

12. What did your last text message you received on your cell say? Are you all right sweetie?

13. What's a saying that you say a lot? 'To be honest...'

14. Who told you they loved you last? My best mate last night

15. Last furry thing you touched? My scarf

16. How many rolls of film do you need to get developed? None unless you count the one in my slr that hasn't been finished yet.

17. Favorite age you have been so far? 29

18. Your worst enemy? That Fat Slag at work

19. What is your current desktop picture? Mountain & moon

20. What was the last thing you said to someone? Don't know but it would've been to my brother.

21. If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to change a major regret? That's a toughie. I was going to say the regret but then I think mistakes are how we learn in life & what makes us who we are. I might not be the same person if I changed a regret. Million bucks it is then - as long as that doesn't mean a surplus of rabbits.

22. The last song you listened to? Muzac Xmas hits whilst out shopping.

Relief

I've just bitten the bullet and logged onto internet banking to check my balance. I've been spending rather alot lately, or so it seemed, and I thought I'd better see how my finances were doing so I could curb any overspending. I can't believe I actually felt a tad nauseous as I typed in my password. I dreaded looking at *that* number but it turns out my account is alot healthier than I thought. Phew. I can sleep soundly in my bed tonight.

Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder

D'you like that? Eh? Eh? It bears absolutely no resemblance to anything that's happened in the last week. I just thought it was witty.

I thought I'd better post as its been a week and I haven't written anything. Most momentous thing that happened was a row with Fat Slag. Its been coming for about 7 months. She accused me of snapping at her which I have done a few times in the past but wasn't aware that I'd done on that particular occasion. I didn't bother to point it out but hit back saying that maybe she shouldn't speak to me like I was fucking stupid and that I've put up with so much crap from her she shouldn't act so innocent etc. Our support assistant (fancy name for team leader/boss) had already left early when it happened so next morning Fat Slag complained to her and I was called into a side room for a little 'chat'. Basically she sympathised with me, put it down to a clash of personalitlies and said that If I ever had a problem with her in future I hadn't to bottle it up & to speak to her. Nice lady. Fat Slag is a monumental pain in everyones arse. Gobby little troublemaker. To my delight, two of the other girls (relative newbies) fessed up that they hated her too. Marvellous.

Other than that, bugger all. I've had a cold for the last week which didn't start off too badly but has got progresssively worse. My blocked/runny nose has mostly subsided but now I've got a sore & itchy throat and a cough. I almost had to ditch rehearsal today. My throat was so sore last night I thought my voice wouldn't hold out. Actually it was ok this morning but the singing wasn't up to scratch. Very raspy - felt like I was gargling with sandpaper. My ears are maddeningly itchy too. Now the great thing about a sore/itchy throat is that I can eat as much ice cream as possible in a bid to ease it. I can't shove ice cream in my ears though. Can I? That would just be silly. Fancy having lumps of Haagen Dazs cookie dough in my lug holes...

Might attract the chicks though.

*drifts off into happy thoughts of women nibbling my ears to get at the ice cream*

Horrorscope

D'you know, I always thought my horoscope on My Yahoo (which I think is done by Russell Grant) was pretty accurate as far as horoscopes go but today's just takes the piss.

Your natural sensitivity and compassion is given a powerful impetus forward today by strong feelings of love and affection for everyone around you, dear Cancer. Therefore you're likely to be on the giving and receiving end of a lot of expressions of affection, both overt and subtle.

So far so good. But.....

The man in your life should be feeling especially romantic towards you, so relax and let him shower you with attention! Children could also prove a powerful source of support.

Ok, too many assumptions there.

1) That the only people who read horoscopes are women.

2) That they're all straight.

3) That kids automatically come into the equation.

Isn't it time in this day and age that horoscopes are made non gender specific. Come on, it isn't that much of a stretch is it?

Thought for the day

If they make an episode of new Dr Who where Rose meets her clone would they call it a Billie Deux?

Sorry.

More fab facts

First albums I ever bought: Duran Duran - Arena and Nik Kershaw - The Riddle, on tape.

First single I ever owned: Gimme Gimme Gimme (a man after midnight) - Abba. Oh the irony.

Song in my head right now - See previous with added Madge.

Last album I bought: Sheryl Crow - Wildflower.

Last single: Sheryl Crow - Good is Good.

What I wanted to be when I grew up: A vet or a mounted policewoman.

What I am now I've grown up: Bored shitless admin assistant.

I wish I could.... : Drive, play guitar and/or piano, make women fall at my feet with one snap of my fingers, growl like Eartha Kitt.

I wish I wouldn't: Be so negative (especially to/about myself), be irritable, be such a doormat, be apathetic.

I know I'm getting old when: My favourite tipple is Gaviscon.

Part 2

Washed hands. Watched closing ceremony which was rather mushy. Went back to hotel in anticipation of watching Most Haunted Live. Realised hotel TV doesn't get digital. Sulked. Ate packet of Mini Jaffa Cakes. Slept. Got plane home. The end.

Thats my trouble sometimes. I start things, get to a certain point and then abandon them 'cause I can't be both...... ooh look, fireworks!

Filthy/Gor....no, just filthy

Just a brief note to say that 9 Songs is quite easily the filthiest film I have ever seen.

Ever.

Mucky.

Tee hee!

Speechless

I've been a bit speechless this week thanks to the events of last weekend. I've only just recovered & got round to picking up my email let alone report on my blog.

So despite the best efforts of Northern Rail to scupper my attempt to get to Manchester Airport on time I did manage to get my flight and arrive at my Heathrow hotel safely on Friday afternoon. After an hour or so unpacking, popping down to the con venue to register & back again to change into my girly flirty dress & heels I arrived at the con venue for the cocktail party that would be graced by the delicious Ms Tapping herself. I nervously managed to down a white wine spritzer before we were ushered into the room (well, I thought a pint of lager would've looked a bit out of place) and sat myself at my allocated table. I didn't know anyone, hence the nervousness. There followed brief introductions with the other ladies on my table and I at least managed to keep a healthy conversation going with a very nice woman called Stephanie who was sat next to me. That's no small feat for me, I can tell you. I'm not the chattiest person in the world anyway but with complete strangers I'm even worse. Then came the hot fork buffet which consisted of salad, mini quiches, lasagne, curry, pasta, rice and..... and......

..a chocolate fountain.

With strawberries to dip in.

Once Amanda arrived & started circulating I didn't know where to look. In one direction the lovely Amanda in another chocolate, smooth, dripping, oozing chocolate.... oooooh Amanda...... mmmmmm chocolate.... ooooh Amanda etc I never felt such empathy for Homer Simpson before. Or the Vicar of Dibley.

When she got to our table Amanda sat next to me. We chatted about Panto, we brushed elbows, she put her hand on my back for the group photo, oh I was in heaven. What a lovely way to spend an evening. *sigh*

All too soon it was over & I toddled off back to my hotel. Still, more was to come the next day. There were a couple of talks she gave in which she professed her love for Little Britain and told us of her trip to the set of Coronation Street (her favourite programme). She was in Manchester!!!! Where the hell was I? Oh yeah, in a dull office in Chorley. Whoopee. I had my photo taken with her. Didn't chat a huge amount as I was too star struck. I'd planned to go to the orange themed disco that night but since I didn't have anything orange to wear and since my dear friends were gathering in the not too distant Crystal Palace I decided to ditch the con and wend my way to the other side of London to spend time in the company of people I actually knew (hello Lee!). And what a welcome I received. Such a contrast to the con where I just kind of faded into the background. I joined them in beer and curry and a saucy cabaret at a nearby pub. Oh and not forgetting fingering Lee's dry Croft and it leaving a funny aftertaste in my mouth. Sadly I had to leave fairly early to get back to Heathrow again but I had a silly grin on my face the whole way remembering such songs as "What are we going to do with Billie Piper?" and the trial of Mrs Dolly Goodhusband nee Mixture.

It was pretty much more of the same the next day with me getting Amanda's autograph instead of having my photo taken. Until the afternoon when we all took part in the maddest thing ever. I shouldn't really be giving out details as we don't want someone to usurp us but I can say that we broke not one but two world records. The con organisers had bought boxes of a certain chocolate bar and were randomly giving them out until one bright spark told them that there was a world record for stretching said bars. So somehow they managed to fly down an official adjudicator that day to watch rather alot of us breaking the record. One young lady also broke the record for the longest. How she managed to do it in the allotted time I'll never know. And does her mother want to know how she aquired such skills with her fingers? Hmmm? The amount of innuendo bandied between the adjudicator & Amanda was incredible and hilarious. "You have to squeeze it & pull it." "For how long?" "What position do I need to be in?" "On your knees will be fine." "Do I have to do it on my own or with a partner?" You get the idea. Mucky sods. There was chocolate everywhere. I could repeat my fisting party joke from a few months ago but I shan't.

Part 2 to follow as this is taking longer than I thought.