i treated myself to a new coat last week and it's really pissing me off... nice and practical as it is- dark brown duffel style but to my horror some thicko designed the every pocket in it to only temporally keep thing in there, so far I've lost my mini makeup bag, a bar of choc and vast amounts of change... my phone and wallet have dropped out many times but luckily they were heavy and bulky enough to hear crashing to the floor (and the wallets heavy not with money alas but many many receipts)...
i know what your thinking, stop putting things in your pockets but to anyone that knows me that's impossible cos I'm always rushing about, leave my bag behind, have to get somewhere quickly and i just without fail every time chuck stuff into my pockets
it's worked perfectly fine my whole life up until this evilly tailored coat... in fact the safest place for my worldly possessions are in my coat pockets cos I'm more highly likely to lose something that's not on my person...
oh i dunno, so sorry if you have actually taken the time to read this cos it's obviously been a waste of 3mins of your life but had to vent my frustration somewhere and people just think I'm a freak (or even more of a freak) if i was come in to work complaining about pockets.. later gaters
Wednesday 20 December 2006
Tuesday 19 December 2006
Par-tay in London
Guys seriously have to somehow get ourselves involved in the London Christmas party's next year cos they do it in style.. people were saying last nite that it was bout £90 a head at this arena place in city center... ah there's too much to tell but in summary, there was a full funfair (which i was most impressed with), carnival games, dancers on huge raised dance floor, choc fondu fountains, candy floss, looooads of amazing food, smoothie shots, free bars everywhere with any drink/cocktail you wanted, racing toliets, sooo much, i had an absolute ball...
What's better is i wasn't even supposed to be there cos only production and the natural history unit got invited, dunno how it all happened really but i managed to swing a ticket and a free bus from Bristol to London and back and even it was swanky.. was well worth the effort.. did make a bit of a knob of myself (goes without saying really) think mainly was caused by the fact i wanted to try every drink on the menu.. well rude not too really aint it... but goin on the dodgems afterward prob wasn't such a great idea but hey-ho...
Anyway photo's to follow on ringo, they're actually quite boring in reflection to how good the night was but you'll get the idea... so now i'm away to die in a quiet dark corner somewhere as not feeling too well today i have to say but hey was worth it.. Laters
What's better is i wasn't even supposed to be there cos only production and the natural history unit got invited, dunno how it all happened really but i managed to swing a ticket and a free bus from Bristol to London and back and even it was swanky.. was well worth the effort.. did make a bit of a knob of myself (goes without saying really) think mainly was caused by the fact i wanted to try every drink on the menu.. well rude not too really aint it... but goin on the dodgems afterward prob wasn't such a great idea but hey-ho...
Anyway photo's to follow on ringo, they're actually quite boring in reflection to how good the night was but you'll get the idea... so now i'm away to die in a quiet dark corner somewhere as not feeling too well today i have to say but hey was worth it.. Laters
Friday 15 December 2006
christmas do
Any little crumb i had of respect (and yes before you all shake your heads in shock that there was any left.. there was.. well if you don't count the 1st day when i scalded bout 3 people with my just poured coffee and managed to somehow headbutt the fridge with about as much elegance as a goat) anyway back to respect from my new work collages here in Bristol which i single handily destroyed on wed night... WORK XMAS DINNER/DRINKS!!!! need i say more... the night began quite innocently really...
1. was running late as usual get showered do hair, makeup clothes etc etc blah blah blah, i really am not in the mood for all this girly stuff at the best of times but hey had to make some sort of effort.. dunno why i bothered now in hind sight
2. to be fair this isn't really no.2 but an extension of number 1,, my outfit.. i had spent ages trailing round the shops buying outfits.. bring them back.. buying more... bringing that back.. and so on... and what did i end up with i hear you cry with excitement... a super tight black pencil skirt that i couldn't walk in other than like something that resembled a penguin and a green satin top that my boobs kept popin out of (little as there is) and made me look really fat (any1 on ringo look at the photo's, and yes b4 the cheeky comments begin, that is the top).. not exactly the sexy classic look i wanted to go for but hey (rhonda come home!!!) so the taxi arrived filled with all the work guys, so i waddled across the street and sort of threw myself in and the night began...
3. went to pub 1st of all, cos i was feeling a little self conscience i was downing drink like some1 who had never seen liquid before, so by the time i was leaving i was well tiddley, and just being really giggly and stupid and while most of the guys were having polite professional conversation about phase rev and xlr cables etc i was having more fun laughing at the huge china elephant that was by us at the bar (it was pretty amazing) oh and also the 2 really old gay guys fondling in the corner ( actually i was more in shock at that than laughing) anyhoo.. we left the pub thankfully b4 the voice in my head got it's own way to make me start siting on the large elephant in various positions..
4. the restaurant.. oh no they expected me to eat a three course meal.. gez i could hardly breath in the skirt never mind expand myself even more... but have to say my mind was soon changed when i read the menu, really you could say i was on an upward climb 4 a short while as every1 else began catching up on my level of drunkness...yeaa...i managed somehow by the grace of god to eat my whole meal with out spilling any, choking or just generally causing an uncultured scene.. then...
5. dancing.. not one of my strengthts at the best of times, but some spidey looking DJ had erected himself in the corner and was playing every cheesy single that has ever been released (that really shouldn't have,) since the 1960... needless 2 say i complimented the music with equally cheesy dance moves... i was dragging every1 2 the dance floor and didn't even take the hint when they quickly ran and sat down again, oh no i was straight back over (prob poking their eyes out with my boobs) practically carrying them back to the floor... not good... so eventually everyone was on the floor and i offered to go to the bar to buy drinks....
6. while at the bar some guy started chatting to me.. couldn't understand one word he was saying.. was it because the music was too loud or that i was too phished.. no he was welsh ( but also quite cute well very actually), so i spent most of the conversation going, "sorry what" "can't hear you" and "say that again please but in some form of english" but too cut a long story short we skipped most of the small talk part and just started the curtin and some strange drunken form of dirty dancing.. (oh he was so nice!) anyway i managed to drink every1's drinks on my own that i had offered to buy and had been away for ages.. bought more drinks and headed back to table which was only bout 4 feet away from bar to discover most people had gone and the rest had been standing watching (and laughing) at us two all over each other.. they must think i'm a right slut, i was only talking to him for bout 10mins tops... anyway went back to the bar and next thing i know my boss was over (interrupting a kiss unfortunately for him) to give me a fiver for a taxi home cos every1 else was leaving... like really.. who goes to a work party to pick up some random guy and ignore your workmates for the last part of the evening cos some bloke has got his tongue half way down your throat...
7. anyway every1 left me there with him, and it was then i realised that i hadn't payed for the meal or the drinks or wished any1 happy christmas.. anyway the rest of the nite does not belong on this blog but all i can remember is being offered a free tequila if we agreed to leave the bar soon and being yelled at by the spidey dj for knocking his headphones of with one of my incredible dance moves... so all in all very embarrassing nite and have been getting the pissed ripped out of me since... why am i such a drunken dick??
1. was running late as usual get showered do hair, makeup clothes etc etc blah blah blah, i really am not in the mood for all this girly stuff at the best of times but hey had to make some sort of effort.. dunno why i bothered now in hind sight
2. to be fair this isn't really no.2 but an extension of number 1,, my outfit.. i had spent ages trailing round the shops buying outfits.. bring them back.. buying more... bringing that back.. and so on... and what did i end up with i hear you cry with excitement... a super tight black pencil skirt that i couldn't walk in other than like something that resembled a penguin and a green satin top that my boobs kept popin out of (little as there is) and made me look really fat (any1 on ringo look at the photo's, and yes b4 the cheeky comments begin, that is the top).. not exactly the sexy classic look i wanted to go for but hey (rhonda come home!!!) so the taxi arrived filled with all the work guys, so i waddled across the street and sort of threw myself in and the night began...
3. went to pub 1st of all, cos i was feeling a little self conscience i was downing drink like some1 who had never seen liquid before, so by the time i was leaving i was well tiddley, and just being really giggly and stupid and while most of the guys were having polite professional conversation about phase rev and xlr cables etc i was having more fun laughing at the huge china elephant that was by us at the bar (it was pretty amazing) oh and also the 2 really old gay guys fondling in the corner ( actually i was more in shock at that than laughing) anyhoo.. we left the pub thankfully b4 the voice in my head got it's own way to make me start siting on the large elephant in various positions..
4. the restaurant.. oh no they expected me to eat a three course meal.. gez i could hardly breath in the skirt never mind expand myself even more... but have to say my mind was soon changed when i read the menu, really you could say i was on an upward climb 4 a short while as every1 else began catching up on my level of drunkness...yeaa...i managed somehow by the grace of god to eat my whole meal with out spilling any, choking or just generally causing an uncultured scene.. then...
5. dancing.. not one of my strengthts at the best of times, but some spidey looking DJ had erected himself in the corner and was playing every cheesy single that has ever been released (that really shouldn't have,) since the 1960... needless 2 say i complimented the music with equally cheesy dance moves... i was dragging every1 2 the dance floor and didn't even take the hint when they quickly ran and sat down again, oh no i was straight back over (prob poking their eyes out with my boobs) practically carrying them back to the floor... not good... so eventually everyone was on the floor and i offered to go to the bar to buy drinks....
6. while at the bar some guy started chatting to me.. couldn't understand one word he was saying.. was it because the music was too loud or that i was too phished.. no he was welsh ( but also quite cute well very actually), so i spent most of the conversation going, "sorry what" "can't hear you" and "say that again please but in some form of english" but too cut a long story short we skipped most of the small talk part and just started the curtin and some strange drunken form of dirty dancing.. (oh he was so nice!) anyway i managed to drink every1's drinks on my own that i had offered to buy and had been away for ages.. bought more drinks and headed back to table which was only bout 4 feet away from bar to discover most people had gone and the rest had been standing watching (and laughing) at us two all over each other.. they must think i'm a right slut, i was only talking to him for bout 10mins tops... anyway went back to the bar and next thing i know my boss was over (interrupting a kiss unfortunately for him) to give me a fiver for a taxi home cos every1 else was leaving... like really.. who goes to a work party to pick up some random guy and ignore your workmates for the last part of the evening cos some bloke has got his tongue half way down your throat...
7. anyway every1 left me there with him, and it was then i realised that i hadn't payed for the meal or the drinks or wished any1 happy christmas.. anyway the rest of the nite does not belong on this blog but all i can remember is being offered a free tequila if we agreed to leave the bar soon and being yelled at by the spidey dj for knocking his headphones of with one of my incredible dance moves... so all in all very embarrassing nite and have been getting the pissed ripped out of me since... why am i such a drunken dick??
Tuesday 12 December 2006
The M Situation
Well it's official, my love life is a complete tangle.. been seeing this guy for bout a month now over here in bristol and my bejayus is he heavy or what (don't mean in the fat sence)... he's talking about moving over to belfast when i'm goin back, is using the dreaded L word and is just way to clingy and needy, yes a girl likes some attention, nothing worse than meeting someone thats doesn't call or has intermitted interest and now i've met someone to the other extreme i don't really like it, am i just being awkard? all of my girly mates are so jealous of him and keep telling me i'm so lucky but sometimes even a girl likes the thrill of the chase, when it's handed to you on a plate you feel like you've lost the whole thrill of the challenge, gawd i'm such a guy when it comes to relationships... but really shouldn't it be my job to be pressuring him to commit... ( which for the record i would never do anyway). oh i dunno, my mate danielle has been telling me i'm scared of relationships which i suppose if you look at this case study is true (but the suggestion of counselling is goin a bit far in my opinion danielle) think the whole thing can be brought down to the fact that i'm not settling for a half assed relationship... i wanna be head over heels with someone and want to spend time with them, it shouldn't be this hard, and neither should i have to be searching really hard to feel something for someone that poss isn't there, at the minute i sometimes feel like it's a chore to go and meet him and do the girlfriendy boyfriendy stuff... anyway i'm all confused and right now i'm looking forward to getting back to belfast to chill out and meet up with everyone again.. so roll on christmas hols is what i say.... enough of this luvvy duvvy baloney...
Tuesday 5 December 2006
intro
Hello, well yet another pro-active day at work hence the start of this blog... don't worry i'm under no illusion that i will be as witty or informative as my other blog buddies like G or simon but lets face it to all that know me my life is never normal.. at the end of everyday practically there is something stupid has happened, and usually a quite embarrassing something i have to say.. anyroads, what i'm trying to say in a extremely awkward way right now is that i as just going to use this page to have a written record of my wee life and all involved.. especially as i'm working over in bristol now and am away from all the regular lunch and coffee meet ups to talk about stuff ( by the way guys enjoy the break cos i'll back to continue the sessions) stay tuned...
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