And here's another...

This is getting a bit addictive.

And this is the third and crappest

New game

I've discovered my artistic side thanks to a thread on OG. We have to render our versions of famous album covers using programs like MS Paint. Here are my three so far. I'm particularly proud of my first two. Can you guess which albums they are?*

Reminder

That later today I will tell you about the last couple of days. Thursday night with some of the girls from work (including my boss who was doing serious things to my libido) and Friday in the scorching city of York with my mum. I'd do it all now but its a bit late and very much past my bedtime.

But I will tell you about some things that got me excited (apart from my boss).

The new series of Bad Girls started the other week. High camp at its best. Multiple deaths, escape bids and a deputy wing governor who likes to watch topless pole dancers. Played by Amanda Donohoe who I think is lush. I had to watch her first scene a few times. *grin* Best thing by far though is the trailer for this week's ep. I don't read any TV listings and don't log on to any BG websites so I didn't know what, or rather who was coming.

Its only Annette (Margaret Slitheen) Badland playing a complete psycho nutcase. How fab is that? I didn't realise Bad Girls was being written by gay Dr Who fans these days. I was ever so excited. All we need now is for Billie Piper or Penelope Wilton to get parts in BG and we'll all dissolve into one camp whooping oogy mess of fannish adoration.

All that and the new series of The L Word has started tonight. Bit of a lez fest this week then.

Wager

I've just read a thread on Outpost Gallifrey about various sexual practices like Donkey-punching, Dirty Sanchez etc that featured one or two lists of what these things are. Pretty much all of them involve violence towards and/or degradation of women by men. Now I'm no prude nor a man hater but I found these descriptions pretty awful. I've posted what I think is quite a calm, fairly light hearted reply along the lines of "Gosh that's a bit mysoginistic isn't it?".

So.

How long will it take one of the posters on that thread to accuse me of not having a sense of humour.

*Banzai voice*

Bet now! Bet now!

S'now gone

Normal service has now resumed on the BBC weather site. Thursday is forecast as slightly cloudy. Friday is forecast as can't-go-to-York-as-the-train-feckers-are-on-strike.

We might go to Clitheroe on the bus instead. Sausages ahoy!

Snow joke

Just had a quick look at the BBC website and in particular the weather forecast since I'm supposed to be going for a day out in York with mum on Friday. Hmmm, lets see.... sun, sun, sun sun, heavy snow shower, sun....hold on a minute..... HEAVY SNOW SHOWER???

Is this someone's idea of a joke?

Call centre fun

Oooh we all love call centres don't we? We all have tales of fun with their robotic workers. Actually I don't due to sheer laziness and a general lack of inspiration. I keep reading tales of what various scallywags do to piss call centre workers off, in fact I was reading an article on the BBC Magazine website only yesterday. Spookily enough, as soon as I logged off and got back to work I got one of those fucking annoying 'private' phone calls on my mobile. Oh you know the ones. The ones that go silent as soon as you answer. I've registered with the TPS and I still get the fuckers. Anyway, tonight we got a phone call at home. The chap burbled that he was conducting a survey and absolutely, categorically not selling anything no sirree. So I thought I'd take the opportunity to have a little fun with him. "Can I ask your age?" he said. "47." I replied. "Oh, I'm sorry, we're only looking for people between the ages of 18 and 24...". I didn't listen to the rest. I hung up.

Bollocks.

Happy birthday to me!

I turned 35 yesterday. Its all downhill from now on. Even Dr Who was crap. I was all excited at the end of last weeks ep & this weeks was such a disappointment. Much as I love Rose/Billie I wish she had actually died at the end. I might not have thought it was such a cliche ridden load of pap. Meh!

Got some nice bday gifts from work. A bottle of white wine, a bracelet and a Next gift voucher. Considering my boss had asked what I wanted & I said I didn't really know she did very well. I love Next stuff. Of course the best present she could have given me was a good ol' snog but I doubt she'd be up for that. Tee hee. All the naughty thoughts I've been having about her lately I'm surprised I haven't developed RSI. *giggle* I suppose it keeps the work day interesting...

Win some, lose some

Ingrid didn't win the best actress award. Boo hoo, she wuz robbed! I felt sure she was going to win. Not that I make any claims I'm psychic or anything but I was just so damn sure. Oh well. She seems to be taking it ok though she was disappointed of course. She's still a star to me anyway and that's what I told her. If there was an award for loveliest best friend she'd get it.

Ok, enough slush.

We did win another award on the night. Not an official 'Best Director' award but an Adjudicator's discretionary award for the play that was on before ours & for direction. Big whoops of joy there then. So twas a good night all in all.

My faith in humanity was restored last night too. I had to make my own way to the awards in Prestwich which is a bit awkward to get to from Bolton on public transport. Getting there wasn't too bad. In fact, I managed to get there an hour early so I had to find somewhere to go for an hour. I managed to find a pub that wasn't full of footy fans or dodgy types and where I felt comfortable sitting on my own. It was getting home again that was the problem. Thanks to the ceremony taking fecking ages I managed to miss the last bus that went all the way to Bolton. Not to worry, I knew there was a bus from a nearby town, Radcliffe, that ran into the night. Except that it didn't start running until 1am. And it was midnight. Deciding that a taxi from Prestwich would be too expensive I opted to get a bus to Radcliffe anyway & find a taxi rank. Except that there weren't any. And there were loud chavs hanging about. And my mobile battery had almost run out. A couple pointed me in the vague direction of a taxi office but said it was a long walk and that I was best phoning them (oopsy - a bit difficult). After pottering about indecisively for 10 minutes or so I decided to walk in the direction of the office. Suddenly I got a bit panicky. I thought, "What the fuck am I doing? I've no definite idea of where this office is, only a vague direction and the streets are dark and quiet. Why the fuck am I heading out of town into unfamiliar territory?" But for some reason I felt I was doing the right thing and going the right way so I carried on. I was proved right. Shortly afterwards I saw a road sign to Bolton and realised exactly where I was. I came upon an Indian restaurant and one of the waiters was outside so I asked him where the taxi office was. He gave me directions but said that he was expecting one of their taxis for a customer anyway so he'd get them to send another one. A couple of his colleagues popped out to chat & make sure I was ok. The first chap then came out again & said he'd rung a taxi for me. What a lovely bloke. Ten minutes later my taxi arrived and I was on my way home. And even the taxi driver was absolutely lovely. Kept calling me 'Sweet' and told how he nearly finished his shift early as he'd had obnoxious footy fan knob heads in his cab all night. I thanked him for carrying on working, explaining that I'd nearly been stranded. And once I got home I gave him a large tip in gratitude & maybe a bit of sympathy. Such top blokes came to my rescue. Bless. I tried to remember the name of the curry house so I could send a word of thanks to them but I can't recall it now. Charcoal something or other. And the taxi firm was called United. Not that any of you are likely to be in Radcliffe probably but I'd just like to say how fab they are.