I keep having dreams that I'm having to go back at my old job. I keep waking up in a proper panic.
I cannot believe how much I hated my last job in comparison to where I am now, in a way though, I'm actually quite thankful, because even though I'm being woken up in the small hours of the morning with my heart pounding and a cold sweat, when i have to come into work in the morning everything seems ok, beacuse I can thank my stars I'm not back there.
More London gripes...
1. Men too tall for tube trains, who, after forcing their way onto the remaining 0.001mm left between the door and the back of the next person, proceed to bend, palm tree-style over the backs of the shorter people around them.
2. people who don't make room when there is room and then proceed to tsk as you try and fit into the tiny gap they have left for you.
3. People who insist on reading large hardback books.
4. People, usually inhabiting the same group as people specified in point 3 who in reading aformentioned hardback book (though this also includes newspapers and paperbacks) insist on continually elbowing you in the ribs and looking distainful if you have the audacity to accidentally fall towards them during an unexpected train judder.
5. Feeling like I should be doing more interesting things but generally too tired to go out after work because of facing commute home. Missed out on seeing the one and only Dan Sartain last night because of migraine. Hate my useless body.
I think this will do for now.
In other news it is now officially December and my mum has begun her annual panic about christmas presents largely fuelled by a fear of asking my dad to go shopping, and secondly by a complete inability to know what she should buy him anyway.
I am looking forward to christmas because there isn't anything else to look forward to at the moment and am finding the buying of presents incredibly fulfilling (managing not to think about bank balance... ignorance is bliss)
Since I last wrote in October:
1. Boy got job. First job ever. First job after university. £2k a year higher salary than me. Is it because I am a girl or am I just doing something very wrong?
2. Fireworks party at the boy's house. Lit my first firework ever... momentous occasion. Generally not very safety conscious, luckily no-one killed.
3. My birthday. Quarter century. Say no more.
4. Arcade Fire. Alexandra Palace. Very pretty and lots of singing.
5. Donna's birthday! Isle of Wight. Lots of alcohol. Hangover and ferry do not mix.
6. Month now December. Nearly 2008. 4 years since uni. Strange and worrying.
7. Need to purchase new notebook. Annoying I can't write thoughts down somewhere.
I actually had a christmas lunch on Monday which was a little strange, it was good fun though. It was with the British Society of Magazine Editors and got tons of free stuff :D Connor McNicholas (editor of the NME) was sat just behind me, but I didn't have the guts to speak to him let alone ask for a job... could have got a scoop on Morrissey. Damn.
Ok ok ok.
Bye
2. people who don't make room when there is room and then proceed to tsk as you try and fit into the tiny gap they have left for you.
3. People who insist on reading large hardback books.
4. People, usually inhabiting the same group as people specified in point 3 who in reading aformentioned hardback book (though this also includes newspapers and paperbacks) insist on continually elbowing you in the ribs and looking distainful if you have the audacity to accidentally fall towards them during an unexpected train judder.
5. Feeling like I should be doing more interesting things but generally too tired to go out after work because of facing commute home. Missed out on seeing the one and only Dan Sartain last night because of migraine. Hate my useless body.
I think this will do for now.
In other news it is now officially December and my mum has begun her annual panic about christmas presents largely fuelled by a fear of asking my dad to go shopping, and secondly by a complete inability to know what she should buy him anyway.
I am looking forward to christmas because there isn't anything else to look forward to at the moment and am finding the buying of presents incredibly fulfilling (managing not to think about bank balance... ignorance is bliss)
Since I last wrote in October:
1. Boy got job. First job ever. First job after university. £2k a year higher salary than me. Is it because I am a girl or am I just doing something very wrong?
2. Fireworks party at the boy's house. Lit my first firework ever... momentous occasion. Generally not very safety conscious, luckily no-one killed.
3. My birthday. Quarter century. Say no more.
4. Arcade Fire. Alexandra Palace. Very pretty and lots of singing.
5. Donna's birthday! Isle of Wight. Lots of alcohol. Hangover and ferry do not mix.
6. Month now December. Nearly 2008. 4 years since uni. Strange and worrying.
7. Need to purchase new notebook. Annoying I can't write thoughts down somewhere.
I actually had a christmas lunch on Monday which was a little strange, it was good fun though. It was with the British Society of Magazine Editors and got tons of free stuff :D Connor McNicholas (editor of the NME) was sat just behind me, but I didn't have the guts to speak to him let alone ask for a job... could have got a scoop on Morrissey. Damn.
Ok ok ok.
Bye
I'm still alive! (But nearly wan't)
Hey guys, lots to write, it's been a while... lots has been going on but I suppose I am really writing for one reason.
Yesterday I ended up in hospital with an anaphylaxic reaction after eating a veggie burger.
I was in Brighton at a conference with work and we went to the pub at lunch and I ordered a veggie burger without thinking and it was full of different types of nuts (though it didn't say this on the menu), I ate about 1/3 of a burger before I realised and ended up in the back of an ambulance attached to all sorts of things and kinda freaking out.
Its a really long story which I can't really bring myself to write being as I went over it about a million times in my head and to various people yesterday (adrenaline doesn't half make you chatty..)
I guess what I'm trying to say is that it was a bit of a wake up call for me being as I always play it down or laugh it off, I need to let all you guys know that it is serious and get you, if possible, if you are out at dinner with me, to nag me and make me be sensible. Also I should always be carrying antihisthamine and my epi pen, I will show some of you how to use my pen just in case you ever need to, but I really really really hope you wont.
Thanks guys, speak soon.
xxxx
Yesterday I ended up in hospital with an anaphylaxic reaction after eating a veggie burger.
I was in Brighton at a conference with work and we went to the pub at lunch and I ordered a veggie burger without thinking and it was full of different types of nuts (though it didn't say this on the menu), I ate about 1/3 of a burger before I realised and ended up in the back of an ambulance attached to all sorts of things and kinda freaking out.
Its a really long story which I can't really bring myself to write being as I went over it about a million times in my head and to various people yesterday (adrenaline doesn't half make you chatty..)
I guess what I'm trying to say is that it was a bit of a wake up call for me being as I always play it down or laugh it off, I need to let all you guys know that it is serious and get you, if possible, if you are out at dinner with me, to nag me and make me be sensible. Also I should always be carrying antihisthamine and my epi pen, I will show some of you how to use my pen just in case you ever need to, but I really really really hope you wont.
Thanks guys, speak soon.
xxxx
Time control...
My mum went out and inexplicably purchased what I have now titled...
"THE WIERDEST TOOTHPASE IN THE WORLD... EVER!"
Colgate have, for some reason, brought out a toothpaste which controls time! According to the packaging it provides "Everyday protection against time"
Yes my friends, simply brush your teeth with this little beauty and you will have the power to erase sleeping with that ugly person the one who never called again, or even stop yourself having drunk so much that fateful evening.
It is a little known fact but the delorian was actually coated in this toothpaste which, when it reaches a certain speed, can take you back to the moment your parents met... ahhhh.
Either that or Colegate are talking out of their arses. I can't decide which... and people actually buy this stuff?!? Mother!
"THE WIERDEST TOOTHPASE IN THE WORLD... EVER!"
Colgate have, for some reason, brought out a toothpaste which controls time! According to the packaging it provides "Everyday protection against time"
Yes my friends, simply brush your teeth with this little beauty and you will have the power to erase sleeping with that ugly person the one who never called again, or even stop yourself having drunk so much that fateful evening.
It is a little known fact but the delorian was actually coated in this toothpaste which, when it reaches a certain speed, can take you back to the moment your parents met... ahhhh.
Either that or Colegate are talking out of their arses. I can't decide which... and people actually buy this stuff?!? Mother!
And another thing!
Men with um-"look how big mine is!"-berellas who swing them with the point backwards who are subconciously so annoyed by how small their penis is that they have to stab people in the knees.
They annoy me too.
They annoy me too.
Things that have been annoying me.
I have been working in london for just over two months now and there are a number of things that are really getting my goat, they are:
1) Men (always in business suits) who lean on me on the tube. Excuse me! I am half your size, idiot! Do you really think that I can support your fat neck let alone the rest of you? Take your sodding Tag Heuer watch and stocks and shares and shove them up your fat backside to form some kind of propping device so that you dont have to lean on me!
2) People who pull along those stupid wheely suitcases on the tube. Blissfully unaware of the carnage they are leaving in their wake they trundle along, you have tripped up the entire northern line, get a clue! The thing about these bags is that they trail so far behind the person pulling it that they forget that they have it there, also because they are at shin level they are hard to see but perfect level for giving you a dead leg.
3) People who push me into the path of the people above.
4) Having to explain to people that, yes, I live in Sandy, and yes, I do have to get a train, and no, it doen't really take that long and I wouldn't bloody be doing it if there were jobs in Bedford would I?! I swear if one more person cocks their head and looks at me in that pitying way one more time!
And that is all I can think of for now.
There will definately be more though.
So yeah, at the weekend I went to Field Day festival with the boy and Donna and Becky, and it was good and sunny thought it has been getting really bad press for the fact that there were only two bars and not enough toilets so everyone ended up queing for almost the entirity of the festival. I missed the entire of bat for lashes set as was queing for the loo.
Yes it was annoying, and most people went early, but at least the organisers have emailed everyone to apologise, that's quite sweet.
And I got to see Gryff Rhys which was pretty much the most important person there for me, even though his set seemed really short. Also saw The Aliens, some of the Archie Bronson Outfit, anf Justice, who were cool.
Afterwards myneself anf the girls went to the Underworld in Camden, where some fucker out somethin gin Don's drink.
Thankfully she saw him do it and so we made a swift exit home, but seriously, really what the hell is the world coming to?!?
So girlies, please be careful, buy bottles and all that.
Peace out! lolz
1) Men (always in business suits) who lean on me on the tube. Excuse me! I am half your size, idiot! Do you really think that I can support your fat neck let alone the rest of you? Take your sodding Tag Heuer watch and stocks and shares and shove them up your fat backside to form some kind of propping device so that you dont have to lean on me!
2) People who pull along those stupid wheely suitcases on the tube. Blissfully unaware of the carnage they are leaving in their wake they trundle along, you have tripped up the entire northern line, get a clue! The thing about these bags is that they trail so far behind the person pulling it that they forget that they have it there, also because they are at shin level they are hard to see but perfect level for giving you a dead leg.
3) People who push me into the path of the people above.
4) Having to explain to people that, yes, I live in Sandy, and yes, I do have to get a train, and no, it doen't really take that long and I wouldn't bloody be doing it if there were jobs in Bedford would I?! I swear if one more person cocks their head and looks at me in that pitying way one more time!
And that is all I can think of for now.
There will definately be more though.
So yeah, at the weekend I went to Field Day festival with the boy and Donna and Becky, and it was good and sunny thought it has been getting really bad press for the fact that there were only two bars and not enough toilets so everyone ended up queing for almost the entirity of the festival. I missed the entire of bat for lashes set as was queing for the loo.
Yes it was annoying, and most people went early, but at least the organisers have emailed everyone to apologise, that's quite sweet.
And I got to see Gryff Rhys which was pretty much the most important person there for me, even though his set seemed really short. Also saw The Aliens, some of the Archie Bronson Outfit, anf Justice, who were cool.
Afterwards myneself anf the girls went to the Underworld in Camden, where some fucker out somethin gin Don's drink.
Thankfully she saw him do it and so we made a swift exit home, but seriously, really what the hell is the world coming to?!?
So girlies, please be careful, buy bottles and all that.
Peace out! lolz
Whoo! Alright - Yeah... Uh-Huh.
Oh my gosh!
We got back from a very eventful benicassim slash Barcelona holidays, in one piece... well, just abouts.
Our story begins on Monday the 16th og July in ''year of our lord 2007...
We arrived in Barcelona really late because our flight was delayed by over two hours, thus we missed the train that I had booked for 7pm and spent a good couple of hours wandering around Sants station trying to get someone to stamp our ticket to say that we hadn't travelled so that we could try and get our money back from sleazyjet.
we then decided that we would have to get a coach, but the last coach left at 9.30 and at that time we were still queing for our tickets, so we had to settle for a coach at 8.30 the next morning, meaning we then either had to stay up all night or find somewhere to sleep.
As such we ended up in a 4* hotel just outside of the station forking out over E450 for 4 twin rooms between us. We went to a pizzaria for dinner all like zombies, then went to bed, got up and caught the bus early the next morning...
Eventually we arrived in Castellon and then Benicassim, and the campsite was already full so we had to pitch our tents and kids size gazebo in a small patch surrounded by rowdy and downright horrible racist bigotted idiot twathead scotsmen.
Then Ali got sunstroke, and then there was an impromtu rave in the campsite and then the boy bought earplugs and everything was dandy :D not very rock n roll but hey.
So yes then we had a few very late nights, saw some amazing bands and I am trying desperately to write everything up for gigwise at the moment as the other reviewer had all her stuff stolen and had to go home before the festival even began, which was rubbish. But good for me as I am now sole reviewer, but bad for me as it is a lot of writing and I have no time to do it in!!
Then we went off to Barcelona where myself and the boy were staying in a very brilliant and hip hotel next to the Agbar tower, however my brother got pick-pocketed on the metro and lost all his money and cards, and was going to Paris the next day!
So myself and the boy had to give him all our money, leaving us with no money and hving to beg from my mum! It was highly enjoyable!!
Still we had a good time and took lots of photos, a lot of which are on facebook, and i guess that is all i have to say for now...
Cheerio!
We got back from a very eventful benicassim slash Barcelona holidays, in one piece... well, just abouts.
Our story begins on Monday the 16th og July in ''year of our lord 2007...
We arrived in Barcelona really late because our flight was delayed by over two hours, thus we missed the train that I had booked for 7pm and spent a good couple of hours wandering around Sants station trying to get someone to stamp our ticket to say that we hadn't travelled so that we could try and get our money back from sleazyjet.
we then decided that we would have to get a coach, but the last coach left at 9.30 and at that time we were still queing for our tickets, so we had to settle for a coach at 8.30 the next morning, meaning we then either had to stay up all night or find somewhere to sleep.
As such we ended up in a 4* hotel just outside of the station forking out over E450 for 4 twin rooms between us. We went to a pizzaria for dinner all like zombies, then went to bed, got up and caught the bus early the next morning...
Eventually we arrived in Castellon and then Benicassim, and the campsite was already full so we had to pitch our tents and kids size gazebo in a small patch surrounded by rowdy and downright horrible racist bigotted idiot twathead scotsmen.
Then Ali got sunstroke, and then there was an impromtu rave in the campsite and then the boy bought earplugs and everything was dandy :D not very rock n roll but hey.
So yes then we had a few very late nights, saw some amazing bands and I am trying desperately to write everything up for gigwise at the moment as the other reviewer had all her stuff stolen and had to go home before the festival even began, which was rubbish. But good for me as I am now sole reviewer, but bad for me as it is a lot of writing and I have no time to do it in!!
Then we went off to Barcelona where myself and the boy were staying in a very brilliant and hip hotel next to the Agbar tower, however my brother got pick-pocketed on the metro and lost all his money and cards, and was going to Paris the next day!
So myself and the boy had to give him all our money, leaving us with no money and hving to beg from my mum! It was highly enjoyable!!
Still we had a good time and took lots of photos, a lot of which are on facebook, and i guess that is all i have to say for now...
Cheerio!
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